A century ago

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 When the guns finished their mowing
The fields were bereft of grass
Just mud and blood and scattered limbs
Where only stretcher bearers pass

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The lines, as such as they were
Marked by discordant trenches
And the victims multiplied
As the Generals emptied their benches

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The shooting was erratic yet unerring
The bullets found their mark
And the all-too-young conscripts
Lay dying, all across the park

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The stench of rotting flesh
Left a deep, dark impression
But the only bouquet back home
Was the wreath for the procession

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 No more rifles for goalposts
No more whistles to be blown
Crosses abound in formation
Where the poppies are forever sown



I hear ‘the Last Post’ in my head

May they Rest In Peace

And let us never, ever forget

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/a-century-ago/