LadyJane
Member
Twas not the war to end all wars
To fight and die and settle scores
On battlefields where bodies fell
With every passing mortar shell
Where comrades land with every thud
As men lie face down in the mud
Through tearful pleas and painful groans
With tearing flesh and broken bones
Waiting for the tide to turn
Time stands still while bodies burn
With each onslaught or gas attack
They buggered forth no looking back
Waves of soldiers in a trance
From Gallipoli to the North of France
Weakening and ashen gray
While keeping rival troops at bay
The madness of those tragic scenes
Should make us question what it means
And consider every now and then
The endless bravery of men
A century has come and gone
As many wars still carry on
Minds reflect and hearts are torn
Each year one mid November morn.
To fight and die and settle scores
On battlefields where bodies fell
With every passing mortar shell
Where comrades land with every thud
As men lie face down in the mud
Through tearful pleas and painful groans
With tearing flesh and broken bones
Waiting for the tide to turn
Time stands still while bodies burn
With each onslaught or gas attack
They buggered forth no looking back
Waves of soldiers in a trance
From Gallipoli to the North of France
Weakening and ashen gray
While keeping rival troops at bay
The madness of those tragic scenes
Should make us question what it means
And consider every now and then
The endless bravery of men
A century has come and gone
As many wars still carry on
Minds reflect and hearts are torn
Each year one mid November morn.