Silences be there to shout
Trusting life in khaki blessings
Tiring of barbaric clout
Humble merchants, seeking shelter
Renegades before the end
Staring, as surroundings welter
Be enemy or be it friend
Markings left from lithe abrasions
Wounded heart, and shrapnelled skies
Takes only one to fill a nation
Forever thanked in lullabies
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Though from WWII, this week's Magpie Tale is in memory of my dad (on guitar) and his fellow comrades. This picture was taken in his POW camp in 1942/43. Music and song helped keep the moral up, if not the trousers, as he used to say! The poem is in tribute to all war heroes.
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