THE GHOST OF WAR by Jesmond Sharples

It’s dark – it’s time to pack and say goodbye, Seek refuge in the midst of the cold night. All’s gone, debris and rubble, wrecks in sight And children flee whilst airplanes fly so high Amongst the bloody clouds in the dark sky. The sick and old can’t run – will hide tonight And hope...

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