Poem By Colin Ian Jeffery

(The end of war)

Put away the war drums
Come mourn the dead
Evil has been vanquished
Freedom redeemed.

Mark graves of the fallen
Rebuild towns and cities
Set free the oppressed
Reach out hand of friendship.
Let nation support nation
Democracy be the way
With no more warlords
Trying to dominate the world.

Comments about Victory

excellently written the last stanza on the rebuilding the peace after barbaric war

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