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On The Slopes Of Helmand
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April 2019 On The Slopes Of Helmand
Where young men cry.
And mothers weep.
Friends, have we laid down,
To rest, an eternal sleep.
Your rhetoric calms me little
For there is anger in my heart
That has also filled this nation…
And your arrogance has missed.
They’ll be a time one day.
That call will not be answered…
For you have wasted youth.
Dying in a war, full of politicians’ dreams.
Aspirations… that lie in dust.
Giajl © Jim Love
