{"id":132482,"date":"2023-09-02T15:21:50","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T19:21:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=132482"},"modified":"2023-09-02T15:21:50","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T19:21:50","slug":"132482","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/132482\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"

I sat down to have my dinner<\/p>\n

And saw the news<\/p>\n

I saw a field of dead soldiers<\/p>\n

Just like Flanders Field<\/p>\n

There were lots of flowers<\/p>\n

And yellow and blue flags<\/p>\n

Draping them all.<\/p>\n

I saw a young woman crying and sobbing<\/p>\n

‘I loved you for years<\/p>\n

I might as well be dead<\/p>\n

I have nothing to live for’<\/p>\n

She said in deep anguish.<\/p>\n

Four others turned up<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And they have taken up arms<\/p>\n

And joined the army<\/p>\n

They hope to die and join the dead men<\/p>\n

That is their intention.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ukraine has been a peaceful country<\/p>\n

Its farmers growing wheat for the world<\/p>\n

And sunflowers for oil.<\/p>\n

Russia has much to answer for<\/p>\n

And yet no one is able to stop this war.<\/p>\n

So wasteful of lives – a blur on the landscape.<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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