At last the guns fell silent, to the minute: Eleventh hour, eleventh day, so on. They took no doubt some tidy pleasure in it, The generals, who’d have liked it to go on, The slaughter. Well, they’ll have their chance again, And soon enough. They never go away,
Armistice
Armistice
Armistice
At last the guns fell silent, to the minute: Eleventh hour, eleventh day, so on. They took no doubt some tidy pleasure in it, The generals, who’d have liked it to go on, The slaughter. Well, they’ll have their chance again, And soon enough. They never go away,