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The times a changing
 
I hear the battle cries across the waters
I sense the mournful cries of dying men
Battle now raging across the country glen
Tearful cries of the mothers and the fathers
Bells tolling, shouting loudly of the bloodbath
Never more see home, dying deep in the loam
No marker, no tombstone, nary a place of rest
A sudden, great cities are turned into dust
Toll is so great, as many millions meet there fate
None to live on, not in this country, once so great
Now a fiery pit, many more troubles come today
They turned from God, as wearisome they trod
Now paying a great price, their hearts cold as ice
No place left to run, placed their faith in guns
The mighty have fallen, seasons are no more
Just the heat of hell, now their place to dwell
Fate of all now sealed, with no way to appeal
Their love in question, lay with possessions
Christian Churches gone, sing the battle song
True believers, none, loud the sounding gong

By olderandbolder

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The WORD PAINTING Challenge with Myrna D  (Myrna) .. read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The WORD PAINTING Challenge with Myrna D  (Myrna) .. read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The WORD PAINTING Challenge with Myrna D  (Myrna) .. read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The WORD PAINTING Challenge with Myrna D  (Myrna) .. read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


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