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I saw

I saw 

The flare of the gun

Against the setting sun


My baby's smiling face

I kept within a lonely space


My wife's hand in mine

For one final time 


I saw

The blood from my chest

Sending my body to rest


The future I thought would be

Drift away to a blood red sea


The hands of Time slowly cease

Feeling a weary inner peace


I saw

My Mother baking bread

The normality of things we said


I saw

The child in me, now lost

Those left behind counting the cost


I saw

A time before this war

And then I felt 

And saw no more



◄ If Ever I Fall

Seshat. ►


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Stephen Gospage

Wed 28th Feb 2024 16:51

A concise tour-de-force, Stephen. It packs a punch and makes its point.

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