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. |
