Grateful & The bells of hell

Grateful

The morning bell rings,

baby fed, lazy blue bloods,

do laughingly sing…

Soldiers, expendable dead

we lie at home, safe in bed…

Written by myself

Grateful-666

In remembrance of those that serve an their families


The bells of hell

Bell voices ring

for the stolen ones

and their lost without trace

ghostly voices sing.

Their betters bid them serve

for their kin and king,

said for those who do their duty

death has no sting.

So they went and they died

and we watched them fly

with their white crosses

and their poppies

when their souls took wing,

but Haig like French

died peaceful in his bed,

like the stories of the millions

of expendable dead.

Written by Jane Dougherty

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