I cry for the boys who went there
I cry for the men who came home
I cry for those who died there
Forever, forever alone.
I cry for the mothers and daughters
I cry for the fathers and sons
I cry for the horses they slaughtered
Forever, forever alone.
I cry for my great uncle Ernie
I cry for his family at home
I cry for his dreams of the future
Forever, forever alone.
I cry for my granddad Murray
I cry for my father at home
I cry for dads, brothers and sisters
And grandma left all alone.
I cry for my son who saw warfare
I cry for his anguish inside
I cry for his comrades who suffered
Inside his head they forever abide.
I cry for my grandson now serving
I cry for the wars he will see
I cry for the men of the future
For the wars they have yet to grieve.
I cry for the mentally tortured
I cry for the limbs that were lost
I cry for all the families in anguish
I cry for what all wars have cost.
Doris Green, Darlington
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