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Another persona poem.

Tucked deep in this trench,

pressed close against my brothers,

I cry myself to sleep.

In the cruel morning light,

I am sure to be back on the front line.

A mere foot soldier,

a war I do not understand.

When will this mindless violence end?

When will I know peace?

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[Geoffrey Savage]

Such a great piece! A good tribute to the 'Foot Soldier(s)'