They fell
Like ripened corn
Cut with scythe’s
stroke
In seasoned hands
They fell
Like cherry blossom
Set free
By an April breeze
They fell
Like skittles toppled
By a wooden ball
Skilfully played
They fell
Like mighty English
oak
Cut in thousands
To build the mighty
fleet
They fell
Proudly and unwavering
Before their enemy
Uncompromising in
their duty
They fell
Like the valiant
Cut down before their
time
A generation forever
lost
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