The dreadful days gone by

Gunshots, screams and gurgled cries,
water seeping form the eyes.
To and fro we wonder on,
the battlefield calling us anon.
We the young proud soldiers march,
Passing through France’s great arch
Toward the glory of the fight,
to save our nation from a frightful heartless night.

Tears stream from a mothers’ eye,
as she bids her first fair son goodbye.
A wrenching scar upon her heart,
not knowing how long they’ll be apart.
Fathers kiss there babe’s a ‘due
as a greater life is born a new.

The glory of war still remains unseen…

Bullets like a rolling thunder storm,
penetrates our regimented form.
Friend and foe drop like flies,
like everything in this damned land dies.
Fire spews from a serpents tongue,
and ignites another man so young.
Blood rains down on the sand,
like a crimson shadow on the land.
Lost are hopes of glory and fame,
and the only wish is to be home again.

So come now infants don’t delay,
“your country needs you” is all they say.
Dreams of war will fill your night,
I only wish I’d never seen this sight.

These are the dreadful days gone by,
What they had said was all a lie.