‘BATTLE IN ROME’ – A Poem

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 His death's on the verge,
Whose tears will his merge?

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 Will all end at dusk?
Brave, young soldier asks.

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Grey wolf howls that night,
Under dim moonlight,

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 Gloomy is his sight,
Will things turn out right?

Gloomy is his sight,

Will things turn out right?

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 His girl far
from Rome,
Longs
for him at
home.

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Bearing with sorrow,
Time can he borrow?

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Blue owl hoots that night,
Under dim moonlight, 8
 Claws on
stick so tight,
She’s a
stirring sight.

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Thou may ask tonight,
Will they reunite?
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 Perhaps... tomorrow,
Perhaps... tomorrow,
This no one can know.

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Thou may ask tonight,
Will they reunite?

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 Perhaps...a next life,
Perhaps...a next life,
They’d be man and wife.

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May we spread love and kindness all the time,
May we find calm and true peace in the mind.

With Metta, With Metta,

Bro. Oh Teik Bin, Chew Wei Heng.
(Advisor)

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