© In solid rows the Gravestones stand their march is stark across the land each one a Mother's bitter blow grown from greed politicians sow, a wind of hate righteous fanned. Always the youngest to command and lead across the bloody strand, meets just like him the enemy foe. In solid rows. Throughout the history at hand no lessons learnt, no death is grand, these wasted lives will never grow to manhood underneath the mow. grassed over see the gravestones stand. In solid rows..... Annie Lincoln ©