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