Novembertime At No. 10
Watch ’em celebrate an armistice
whilst they wage destruction.
Watch ’em celebrate an armistice
whilst they wage destruction.
This design lies deep within our marrow; plays its pull upon our sinews still.
For the dead of conflicts ended long ago before their birth they’ll say “Armistice!”.
A million seeds, a million more:
the boy-child sown and scattered.