The Dead Poem by Christopher Tye

The Dead

We once breathed and eat heartily,
Gazed upon sunrises and sunsets,
Walked under starry skies with our sweethearts,
But now our spirits have gone.

Our broken bodies submerged beneath the Somme,
Finding our final resting place in Flanders Fields,
Once so young and full of life now buried in Ypres.

So look at our graves and memorials,
And ask yourselves this, why so many dead,
How did it come to this, surely there was another way,
For all us dead fought for king and country,
Blindly not questioning our governments.

By Christopher Tye