
A fellow officer lays flowers for police officer Keith Palmer, who was killed in Wednesday’s terrorist attack.
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These once-green fields now soaked in blood,
the blood of those here born;
their cries were heard by few in number,
though millions in their heart.
Now comes the time to raise our steel,
the sunbeams of their blades,
to go beyond our homely shores,
forever more,
forever more.
When effigies of martyrs fallen
tower to the sky,
we then shall cry our victory
and rest for the next day.
To fight through day and darkest night,
to steady ourselves from fear and fright,
this war will cross the earthly ages,
forever more,
forever more.
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