Comrades All

I've lived in lots of countries

And roamed all around the earth

I've met lots of different people

On my winding, twisting path


I've seen lots of different cultures

And a myriad of races

But we're all the same inside

Despite the different faces


So, when I think of war

I don't just mourn my kin

I grieve for every single one

Who lost their lives therein


Not one of them was guilty

Of starting all the strife

And none deserved the injures

Or to lose a life.


I do not blame the Germans,

Or the French nor British crowd

I do not blame anyone

And I will say it loud.


And so I cry my silver tears

And leave my offering small

Beneath the stone memorial 

Peace to you, comrades all.





The End

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