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Here are my Poems about WWII


As the pages turn, and the strings are cut,
We look up to the sky as the
Final stroke strikes midnight,
Our hearts and minds at ease
We look upon the blood soaked ground
Our own handiwork as we lie still
Blue eye’s close as the world goes on.

As the Clock strikes three
My eyes start to fade,
I can not see, I can not Hear,
Oh will you not pity me?
I who can not See,
I who can not Hear?
Will you not lend me your ear?

Swing, swing, swing!
Says the child
Swing like a Bird,
To the third says he
Swing like a Hawk
Who does not have a flock?


This one is actually more about WWI

As the fog drifts in
The soldiers will Cry
“The birds are abound!
Let them Plots Fly!”
The Chittering of them birds,
The Screeching of them Birds,
The death of them Birds,
These are heard,
As the Flittering of the fallen
Fleeting as it is
birds to breath their last.

World War II yes

Yes, very good.