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Marching brown rows, furrow-filled fields
mirror stone ranks of white.
Seeded by death, war's bloody yield -
a harvest culled by Night.
Crimson fields, concealed by beautiful horror,
Covered the painful land.
Causing a massive problem, as many still needed, a restorer,
Each side knew that they must fight til' the other was unmanned.
By Zachary Cliff, Charlie Hughes, Vibha Menon and Marcin Matys
Then again I hear that fateful bang,
From the War bombs – come a clang
Screams of Terror From all around,
Bodys being discovered and found,
When suddenly I see that beautiful sight,
A flag that is the colour of ivory white.
BY PHOEBE AND ANOUSKA
ST. JAMES SENIOR GIRLS SCHOOL
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