A Vintage Wonder

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A land of black and white
But still under the clouds
The clouds like the stars
Dead but still witnessed by eyes

Pearls, roses and swing are the loved
But not as much as the men
The men who drew blood and took bullets
For their loved

The women however drew lipstick and took mail
But their lives were not a dream
Rather than cradling the young
They turned to scrubbing the decks

And although their hands trembled
In fear of losing their man
To know their hands contributed
Was a day well spent

When the pain was done
The records were played
The banners were hung
And joy was spread over the great Trafalgar

Never again was such fun experienced
Nor was such tragedy
But never was it forgotten
How could it be?