On And On Forever
Life in the trenches seemed endless,
Just like this war and the endless casualties,
Brigade after brigade decimated,
Going over the top again and again.
So four years of slaughter and waste,
For so little gain in the grand scheme of things,
The lists of names on memorials going on and on forever,
And the fallen laying in their graves forever.
By Christopher Tye
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