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Cry Freedom
At Christmas we’d lay down our arms,
sing Silent Night,
break bread and wine,
play football with the niceties,
pass salt along with pleasantries
pretending we were both the same.
But New Year always hung upon the dawn,
its fireworks heralding
some new offence…
Caught in shell shocked torpor,
through the mist of battle pall,
your lights winked at...
Monday 11th October 2010 11:08 pm
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