Mischievous to leave so much to the imagination
The sun on the fenlands was always joyous
And then
Wars happen everywhere don’t they?
People lose their minds or have their minds
Taken away
Manipulated by overt forces that might…
No I don’t expect so
Good intentions seem so far away now
Over the grey horizon from where you
Half returned
From where innocent men don’t return at all
Unless by some stroke of luck
Their naivety helps them choose to avoid engagement
