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A truce? So tell me now when it will end

Or rather why I should believe it will

Make any difference to the daily spree

O death and damage, killing off my friends.

A truce? A moment to pick up our dead

And bury them before it starts again

When one by one we'll drop into the mud

To vanish unremarked by those back home.

A truce? But never let us get too close

Nor recognise I've no desire to kill

You who gave me cigarettes and snaps

And shred a photograph of two small boys

And if it ever happens, would we dare

Believe our enemies, out there, might care?

Brian Hick February 2015

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