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A Refrain from War

Trumpet sob your mournful cry,
A slow, harsh, pain-filled wail.
Mingle with a woman's keening,
Add a child's screaming.
Drown and be drowned by
The sharp rap of many guns.
Shake to the beat of a mortar landing.
This is the music of death and war.
Plug your ears to the stirring marches,
Shut your eyes to flag draped arches.
Sleep to the rhythm of war my child.
Sleep to the rhythm of war.
An alternative view of the stirring martial marching tunes
Ieke

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