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A poem written by 10-year-old Dexter for Remembrance Sunday.

'The War of Death'

The innocent soldiers, honoured and grand
Unwelcomed by the hostile land
Give their lives for thy freedom
Yet they do not know that they will seldom
See their loved ones again
Death spreads like poppy seeds
Soldiers like unwanted weeds
Torn by bullets, bayonets and lies
Their blank eyes staring to the skies

War rips and tears the life from the ground
The loyal, firm soldiers forever bound
To the pledge of war, solemn and stern
The years spent in battle meaning time will not turn
Their lives depend on the cruelty of war
Their friends and family dead by the law

War rooms around deceasing all
Just as sure as men will fall
In this war of treachery and horror
The loved ones at home feeling sorrow
For the people that will forever be remembered, child or wife
As the ones that saved our life