Did the souls of boys, / Cut down in France, / Come home again, / To rest in lush ditches, / By English country lanes, / As bright summer poppies, / So, each year unending, / Free to dance once more…
In Summer Lanes
New Triangles
Wear the new triangles, / Behind the chain-link fences, / Orchestra of crying children, / Dread anthem of the summer sun, / Separate the little ones, / No need to sew the yellow to their shirts…
21st Day of September
On the 21st day of September, / On the International Day of Peace, / Conflicts rage across the planet, / People die from twenty-cent Czech bullets, / Five-yuan Chinese machetes, / Two-hundred-rouble Belarusian boots…
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