In centre of the battle plain
And as this rose grows strong and tall
All around it men are slain.
As this rose grows in the plain
Many men lie there the dead
But this war cannot change the rose
For blood just makes it yet more red.
Love is like a red red rose
It is not worried by the war
Tis not afraid of bite of tiger
Nor is it sacred of lions roar.
In this world there's love and hate
Love's the one you must use more
For hate will never win the battle
But love will always win the war.
Calum Nelson (Aged 13)
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