They not only fought the enemy,
but fought the elements as well.
They fought for their country
in lands far from home.
They fought rain, mud and the enemy
in trenches stained with blood
from those who had fallen there before.
They fought on and on
while the Generals watched
the slaughter from far away.
For their mistakes men died
by the score across the battlefield.
Their blood would stained the land
then and forever more.
Then came the gas
like a creeping mist across the battlefield
that silenced all in its wake.
It made no distinction to young or old,
just poisoned all it touched.
Their contorted bodies rotted where they fell.
They said this was a war to end all wars, but it wasn’t.
Almost twenty years later
men from different countries gathered to fight another war
and again in the trenches men fell.
The mechanics had changed;
machines became more prevalent across the battlefield,
still men died for small victories in the tide of war.
3 July 2008
It was such a powerful statement...those words...good people hung on them....wanting it to be true...sadly as long as there are differences there will be arguments...and as long as there is arguments.... there will be fights...and as long as there is fights.... there will be war
The first world war changed the world, shame so many had to pay the price... Andy 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Their contorted bodies rotted where they fell. They said this was a war to end all wars, but it wasn’t. Superb! ! !