One by One
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- Poetry Form:
On the eleventh minute of the eleventh day of the eleventh month,
the angel numbers come into alignment,
in rows of ones, the little white crosses march
on a now-stilled battlefield,
and the war is declared over.
Yet those heroes still march
in brutal, bloody battlefields,
thoughts of home come into their heads,
as faces of loved ones smile on them,
one by one by one,
and angels whisper
"you're never alone".
In the Summer, poppies sprout
one by one, crimson red as the heroic blood,
they honour the heroes,
not fallen heroes,
but angelic champions
who conquer evil
one by one,
as long as we remember.
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