Wwi Remembered Poem by Andrew Daglish

A call to arms, for one final push
I call to god but theirs a deathly hush
I call again for divine intervention
But gods on holiday, he just forgot to mention

I call for my late father to please make an appearance
I call to my mother for her soft reassurance
I call again to all I hold sacred
But all is silent and my words just hang naked

I recall my childhood with bittersweet flashbacks
I recall playing chicken on the nearby rail track
I recall again all friendships I've bonded
But my love I'll miss most, if only I'd absconded

I recall all my enemies both present and past
I recall all to easily through echoing blasts
I recall again dear friends and foes
But the tears start to fall as the whistles blow