The gentle choir of the church
got caught into a real sound that jarred
for navy planes flew above from the far...
the gentle choir got really jarred...
the corns of the field swept and downed
for navy planes flew over from the distant town
their propellers full of omenous signs
the planes drew black smoky lines...
the little hut by the river shook a lot
for balls of fire fell at undesignated spots...
from the sky which had been so blue till the war
broke out sudden in the town not so far...
and the rhymes of the school stopped
for from the sky paratroopers dropped
in olive and grey with tin hats rough
the country witnessed a real hard bluff...
O! the country faced a real hard bluff...
In the name of peace a war broke loose...
and the artillery fire rang after the truce...
the gunshots smeared red in the blue...
O the guns smeared red in the blue...
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