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IN REMEMBRANCE 1914-1918

 
Those brave heroes of the clogging mud
Weeping tears, then weeping blood
And whilst the silent mustard gas crept in
The soldiers shed their tears from within

There were those that simply died in their head
From the stark horror of the putrid dead
And the constant thud of mortar in mud
And the hopeless hope, that the shell was a dud

Lost in France, entrenched in war so unfair
Those voiceless thousands, died in total despair
Strangled screams of agony and utterings of awesome woe
How come the bullet so quick, and the death so painfully slow?

And as one remembers, of needless battles fought
Won or lost, now forgotten in thought
Millions have died, heads and bodies opened wide
As a warring world of wretched warriors, despairingly have cried

Will there be peace in our time
Or more death of young soldiers, killed in their prime
What far-flung hope or contemplations
Could cure this world of fighting nations

by Jemia
Written by missjem56 (Jemia de Blondeville)
Published | Edited 6th Mar 2022
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