Swords and maces spiky as a comb
I close my eyes and think of home
Planes and guns in my head
Dreaming of home in my bed
Swords and maces spiky as a comb
I close my eyes and think of home
Bombs and soldiers in my heart
Blood, tears and sweat throws me apart
Swords and maces spiky as a comb
I close my eyes and think of home
Poppies on the battlefield
Covered in cows, now the cattlefield.
Swords and maces spiky as a comb
I close my eyes and think of home
Excellent poem. Well done.
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