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Sonkurai Labour Camp
(Thailand Railway 1943)
By Cyril Wild
(FEPOW)
At Sonkurai, where hope lay drowned
Beneath the bridge, the earth is browned
With mould, sad monsoon-vapours veil
The jungle, and the creepers trail
Like snakes inert, their coils unwound
And there our rear-guard keep their ground
(Eight comrades laid beneath each mound)
A thjousand dead without avail,
At Sonkurai.
Freed from the captive’s weary round,
Homeless, a lasting home they found.
Let not our faith their courage fail,
Till with the dawn the stars turn pale
And (silent long) our bugles sound
At Sonkurai!
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