Mud stricken soldiers, wrestle on the front line; Blood sodden victims, nestle in pungent slime; Blistering heads, face down sinking in the mud; The clinking of the shovels as fresh trenches are dug; Command rifts as haze lifts, men squint at rising sun; Dawn awakes to the results of the Lewis gun.
Deafened minds “shell-shocked” by the shelling; Silence breaks by the moans, shrieks and yelling; Bullets spray, bodies lay with unholstered weapons; Haste with rage as war wages on the western; (front) British reveal the initial stages of Depression; And lay hungry and sick as ration supplies lessen.
Politicians of opposing sides, prolong genocide; No place to hide, stiffened wounds test men’s pride; Risking lives, soldiers fall victim to the mortar; Mortals dead still, dismembered by the slaughter; Provoked hatred causes a death ridden turf; World war one gave birth, to a vengeful earth. |