Brothers, together they marched
Across the burnt out wasteland
Weapons held,they charged
And together, as brothers, they fell
Sisters, holding their heads high
Carrying on throughout the day
Doing what they must, for they do try
And together, as sisters, they are seen
Brothers, sisters, with words they write
Poetic verse shared, for all to read
Together we come, our poems for the fight
And together, my brothers and sisters, we will rise
Across the burnt out wasteland
Weapons held,they charged
And together, as brothers, they fell
Sisters, holding their heads high
Carrying on throughout the day
Doing what they must, for they do try
And together, as sisters, they are seen
Brothers, sisters, with words they write
Poetic verse shared, for all to read
Together we come, our poems for the fight
And together, my brothers and sisters, we will rise
copyright Chris Smith 2010
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