Eleven O One

"Now in the wake of this glorious slaughter,

He'd seen many a soul cleansed in filthy water,

Seen godless men reach out for the Bible,

As lead tore the flesh from both friends and rival,

Soon home to the joy and celebration of kin,

Drunken slaps on the back at a favourite Inn,

But heavy in his pocket lies a small piece of card,

And the note written on it will break a mother's heart"

author - Ray Lonsdale

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