Poem – Blessed be the war

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Blessed be the children

Who lay slain on the floor

Either this way now

Or that way later

They will die in the middle of a war

Caught between the crossfire

Life is the only desire

Darkness covers light

One must never give up the fight

For remember

Blessed be the children

Who lay slain on the floor

Either young now

Or later and older

They will die in the middle of a war

The burden of death

Is one we all shoulder

The load is heavy

Can you give a hand?

Oh, in this

The “promise land.”

Blessed be the war

Until it is on the shore

Just behind your back door

Something you should abhore