Over The Top 1914 Eastern Front Poem by Gary G Willmore
Over The Top 1914 Eastern Front
Our dead will mock the searing heat
my wounds will blister black,
You tell us that our strength was sold
to help win your country back,
What evil times has carnage chosen
for judgment to this land,
With scorn and tears we greet him here
ready to make our stand,
Now fix bayonets went the battle cry
As whistles pitched the sky,
Thoughts of love was left behind,
As we prepare to die
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