In Church Street outside the Crypt door,
There’s a bench dedicated to Vinney.
Only 28, lost his life in the Iraq war,
Nothing it seems, has changed since Vimy.
From 100 years ago the Great War sought peace,
Yet 100 and more wars since, have persisted.
Still lions led by donkeys, braying towards national grief,
The killing, maiming, destruction and pain has not desisted.
With each conflict won or resolved,
Like the little street opposite, Phoenix Mews.
From the ashes, peace should be resolved
Yet, why do we still kill for our views ?
Roger P. Read
4/11/2018.
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Well put!
Thanks Mike
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