June 6,1944
White beaches today,
Such a beautiful sight
But history’s been here
It just doesn’t feel right.
The ghosts are still yelling
Still shouting their orders
Young men are still dying,
Still living the horrors.
Etched into the sand,
The nightmares of war
Cliffs of black stone
Stand tall and scorched
The gunfire echoes
Bones lie in the sand
On this white beach,
Soldiers took their last stand.
Red beaches today,
What a sickening sight
History’s written
For freedom, we fight.
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