JOSIE'S POEMS

War Poems

By Josie Whitehead

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UPON MAN'S WARRING TIDE

By Josie Whitehead

Upon Man's Warring Tide

Thundering guns have ceased their cries;

The stench of death has gone.

     Groans of the dying are long since past

     But the memories live on. 

 

Each mother’s child was laid to rest

Within this foreign soil.

     Each youthful life was torn to shreds

     Before its full life’s toil.

 

Now in the killing fields they rest

Their crosses, side by side,

     Whilst other sons and daughters sail

     Upon man’s warring tide.

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