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I thought I saw a warrior
As I laid there in the garden
I looked up at a cloud
I thought I saw a warrior
dressed in a crimson shroud
He looked at me And said “ My Son “
I died at the end of a firing gun
My Life was short and I died in Pain.
For gods sake tell me I died not in Vain
I died for love, I died for Peace
I died so one day all wars would cease
So tell me my son Did I die in Vain
Did I have to go through all that pain
I said to the warrior, wars are still here
And many people still live in fear
But we remember all of your pain
And because of that you died not in Vain.
One day man will come to learn
That neighbourly love is what they yearn
Wars will stop
and killing will Cease
And man will finally live in peace
Until that day you can be proud
As you float up there dressed in your shroud
With that the cloud began to break
As the warrior faded, and turned to a cake.
Mike Hills 13th November 2005
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