Keith Jeffries Poems

They lay in fetid mud, covered in congealed blood
All around the trappings of hell did abound
Broken bodies, pallid skin, all had died in a din
Stillness now dwelt in hell´s backyard
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Men and women lie in the dust and ashes of life,
having sacrificed themselves for our freedom.
They take with them their courage by example,
we inherit their legacy, our liberty won.
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It lies like a furrow in a distant field
an anniversary of events long since passed.
The wind blows over this foreign landscape
rustling the autumn leaves about a myriad of graves.
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