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Guns and Drums (poem)

By Minnie Warburton

The war is winding down
and the bodies are wrapped in winding sheets
The war is winding down
and they're shipping the bodies home
The war is winding down
and the widows grieve alone
The war is winding down
and men and boys cry out in their sleep
The war is winding down
They make it sound so neat

But what is that sound in the sky?

It's guns and drums. It's drums and drones. It's drones
and they hardly saw them coming
It's guns and drums. It's drums and drones. It's drones
and before this day is through
a thousand dead whom we never knew

Hurroo... Hurroo.... ?

—Minnie Warburton