Legacy

As we approach Remembrance Sunday, let us not forget those who died, and the traumatic experience of those who fought in the Great War...
 
Legacy
 
Pounding noise, shells falling down
And the machine guns raking death
The bombed out remnants of a town
And the dying, gasping a last breath
 
Incessant, each day is always the same
Waiting in muddy trenches, wet, cold
The generals plot, but take no blame
As they send onward a push too bold
 
And then silence, cessation, no noise
Drifting in the wind, calm rests here
Time to go home for the weary boys
Not today's casualty, missed so near
 
On the eleventh hour, peace was sealed
Now poppies growing across the field