Thy splendours oh; Spain, have now been shattered
For midst buildings grand, bombs have now been scattered.
Alas; for thy people, they know not their fate,
Some try to flee, but lo, they’re too late.
The insurgents and Rebels with Internationals too
Are running a country, which was once grand to view;
With Franco as leader of the Rebel Force.
The world looks on; the war takes its course.
We know not yet how things may trend
The European peace, ‘twill certainly not mend.
If only wars on earth could cease,
We then would have eternal peace.
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