The shadows sit in silence,
waiting day to day,
their owner not invited,
to make one pay.
The shadows sleep forever,
not moving one inch,
the shadows a deathly reminder,
of one deadly pinch.
The shadow an aftermath,
of a war not long ago,
an explosion of sound,
with green poison snow.
A war of the world,
as some might say,
is in many books,
yesterday and today,
known as World War II.
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