大象传媒

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Strolling barefoot through the golden sand
On this beautiful beach in another land.
Feeling the warmth of the sun on high,
The fleecy clouds drifting slowly by,
The ripple of surf along the shore,
The laughter of children as they play once more.

My mind returns to yesteryear
To that day of agony, courage and fear.
The dark clouds scurrying overhead,
A place where silent prayers were said.
The evil stench that comes with battle,
The pounding guns and machine gun rattle.

I still recall that fateful day,
Sand stained with blood where comrades lay.
I still hear the sighs, the sobs and screams.
They gave their lives in vain it seems.
When someone asks the question "Why?"
I picture those children and there's my reply.

Cyril Crain

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