No
One
By
Susan Sundwall
No
one won’t come home again
When
no one goes to war
And
brother slays not brother
On
some clouded distant shore
No
one will see poppies grow
‘Tween
crosses row on row
But
only wind kissed petals
Nodding
there in glorious show
When
no one calls the hell of war
By
other than its name
And
turns his back upon it
With
horror and with shame
Will
then there be a peace on Earth
And
God will bless the more . . . when
No
one won’t come home again
For
no one goes to war
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