Battlefield Death Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery

"Tell my mother I was thinking of her at the end"
Muttered the young dying soldier
Mouth caked with blood, eyes beginning to glaze
"and I am sorry for breaking my promise
not to return home boxed in a coffin."

His comrade held the soldier cradled in arms
Tears streaming down his face
The young soldier sighed and the battle raged on.
More wars followed more horrific and deadly
Taking young men in their thousands
The nation's precious flowers
All taken bloody before their time.
There is nothing more evil than war.