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Monday, 13 July 2015

:Connor Dane:

 In the trenches filled with dead
there remained one soldier who kept his head
he had just come in on a now defunct train
an unflappable leutenent named Connor Dane
he had seen the war on every front
as leader, subordinate, or lowly grunt
through it all he had survived
he yelled and cursed but he was alive
Connor Dane did curse his fate
forced by death to wait and wait
his gun didn't jam, nor his canteen run dry
fate , it seemed, wanted him alive
his friends lay there among the dead
allowed at last to rest their heads
Connor wanted to die
but not to lose
He wanted it all
he couldn't choose
finally his choice was made
when he failed to notice a hand grenade
now Connor lay among the dead
a soldier who never lost his head.

Innocence Wept:

In the air a plane did soar
In the plane men did war
The order was given
They couldn¡¯t believe
Death had been ordered
They couldn¡¯t conceive
The moment had come
To damn the world
Not just some
But every man, woman
Boy and girl
The war had come
The missiles let fly
The bombs had been dropped
All would die
Alone in the plane
The men were torn
No more songs would be sung
Nor children be born
They had decision
To add to the death
Or stay their hand
To let some have a chance
Or to drop bomb and land
At last they decided
The time was now
Into the ocean
The plane did plow
As it entered
The icy depths
Far in the distance
Innocence wept