Go Tell The Sergeant Major Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery

(Soldier's lament at the slaughter, France, World War
One)

Go tell the sergeant major
Private Smith is dead
Shot in no man's land
Hanging grotesque upon the wire.

Go tell the sergeant major
Brigade's all dead
Machine-gunned in no man's land
Ordered by the General, walk not run.

Go tell the sergeant major
Training recruits in England
Fresh fodder for the killing
They need a coffin when they come.