PROTEST! – FICTION – The Table “What the hell do you think you’re playing at! SELL IT! OVER MY DEAD BODY! It belongs to me! I’m the eldest – Mother said it was mine and should remain in the family. It will be passed down to my children and my grandchildren!” He fought to …
He silently sobbed as he huddled in the trench With mud up to his knees and a God-awful stench Of bodies and shit and rats and fear And the moans of wounded and dying ringing in his ear “Hey Cobber – have you got a smoke? This bloody war is a bloody joke What I …
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