Their bones lay beneath blood soaked dirt
harrowing stories to be told
slaughter and suffering of millions of men
shame upon the instigators of war
cries of despair pain an unanswered pray
with no other soul to share!
- Men stuck deep in mud unable to move
officers shooting their own men
to end their suffering in a lingering hell
here fighting day and night!
in the filth and water filled trenches
rats and no resting benches!
- Soldiers who were boys in the battle
should have been home at school
instead dying in a ferocious needless war
so many went so few came home
forever remembered for their sacrifice
lost generations a terrible price!
- Trenches like coffins how can we ever understand
- how did it get so out of hand!
The Foureyed Poet.
Malctg - #TheFoureyedPoet.
Reblogged this on The Foureyed Poet and commented:
So many generations lost! The Foureyed Poet.
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am always in awe…
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Hi michnavs. Many thanks for your great comment. Means so much. Peace and Best wishes. The Foureyed Poet.
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Very vivid scene of what war does to such young lives. Very well written.
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Hi millerhappy3. Thank you so much for liking and for your very kind comment on my poem.Their Bones Beneath! Nothing has changed these horrors go on today! Peace and Best Wishes. The Foureyed Poet.
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