I SPOKE TO YOU IN WHISPERS -BY NEIL ANDREW
'I spoke to you in whispers
As shells made the ground beneath us quake
We both trembled in that crater
A toxic muddy blood lake
I spoke to you and pulled your ears
To try and quell your fearful eye
As bullets whizzed through the raindrops
And we watched the men around us die
I spoke to you in stable tones
A quiet tranquil voice
At least I volunteered to fight
You didn’t get to make the choice
I spoke to you of old times
Perhaps you went before the plough
And pulled the haycart from the meadow
Far from where we're dying now.'
In memory of the 8 million animals who have died in conflicts throughout the world.
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