A century on
Youth
Experience
Blood and carnage
On muddy fields
The victims bandaged
Shells like rain
Thunder claps
Men obliterate
Western allies
Politicians
Heads of state
Cleaning their shoes
Logs on the fire
No fires burning on the front tonight
A snipers clue
Tommy's' life takes swift flight
Sinking in the foetid stinking first light
Into murky depths, darkness
SHITE!
The footfalls miss the duck-boards planks
Toms' tunic sodden swamp like torn
Shrapnel rendered, quite forlorn
Drags the morning strollers
Boot clad foot down to meet
His rotten corpse, lifeless hands
No not the grasp
On this murky
Autumnal day
Leaders pay homage
But only through prayer
Thanks-giving for the dead
Conscripted to die
A century later
We still wonder why?
We are the generations who have avoided such atrocity
Choosing to live and not enter the fight
Choices are easy when life deals a slightly more positive hand
If choices are limited
Find your self in foreign lands
IEDs
Taliban
AGL
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