They stood there twisted in surreal engagement
each trying to catch victory in their enragement,
The crane a symbol of peace
was in turmoil to say the least.
Many died in this wastefull war
fighting and killing galore,
The twisting of the symbol of peace
was yet another war they do not ceace,
This memorial stands at KU
forty four lost in this mileau,
I can't even count the many lost
by men in their quest--- oh the cost,
So we seek our joy
by writing prose a worthwhile toy;
We must explore the things that are dear
to ward off the eventual tear,
That's our mission as poets
we write our poems to show it !!
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