Thursday, 31 August 2017

So Much Lost

So much lost with the end of lives not begun;
So much lost by slothful folk foolishly asleep,
As England slips into a sea of silent slumber
From which she can never rise from the deep.

So much lost; so much blood;
So much life, which could
Have avoided the mud
Of graves trodden,
Now sodden,

My land
No more.
Gone for


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