In the gathering of hopeful hearts
The flame of peace
does thrive
A flame whose embers
glowed
When my granddad was
still alive
The lads and pals in
distant lands
To a man did purposely
strive
They kept that tiny
ember tended
To ensure that it
would survive
And many a lad
remained forever
To keep the flame of
peace alive
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