Fine. D;
It's the first, because the US isn't involved. Nor are Jews. So nyar. No Hitler either. I don't think.
NOW YOU'VE GOT ME QUESTIONING EVERYTHING.
Here's my poem;
The Larks
The larks, still bravely singing, fly scarce heard amid the guns below
Sneak home and hope you'll never know the hell where youth and laughter go
There is no sadness sadder than our hope
He grinned at life in empty
To you from failing hands we throw the torch
His great eyes seemed to question why
Loved and were loved and now we lie
His great eyes seemed to question why
The larks still bravely fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below
His life was running out
His wild heart beats with painful sobs
The dying soldier lifts his head to watch the glory
And whistled early with the lark
A fiery heart sinks aching
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
His great seemed to question why
They'll know you've fought for your country
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
No one spoke of him against
Scarce head amid the guns below
And the hell where youth and laughter go
It's the first, because the US isn't involved. Nor are Jews. So nyar. No Hitler either. I don't think.
NOW YOU'VE GOT ME QUESTIONING EVERYTHING.
Here's my poem;
The Larks
The larks, still bravely singing, fly scarce heard amid the guns below
Sneak home and hope you'll never know the hell where youth and laughter go
There is no sadness sadder than our hope
He grinned at life in empty
To you from failing hands we throw the torch
His great eyes seemed to question why
Loved and were loved and now we lie
His great eyes seemed to question why
The larks still bravely fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below
His life was running out
His wild heart beats with painful sobs
The dying soldier lifts his head to watch the glory
And whistled early with the lark
A fiery heart sinks aching
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
His great seemed to question why
They'll know you've fought for your country
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
No one spoke of him against
Scarce head amid the guns below
And the hell where youth and laughter go