James, Frederick and Leonard

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Tower of London, November 2015 (c)

Yours is a tale from
The war to end all wars,
Yours is the blood
Spilt pointlessly in mud,
Mingled in shell holes
In the hell-hole of war.
Yours is the noise
Of battlefield cries,
Boys screaming for Mam,
Men calling for wives,
Yours is the wholesale
Butcher of lives.

James, Frederick and Leonard,
Yours are the lives
Ended shockingly short,
Yours is the warning
Of political breakdown
Both country and crown.
Ordinary men caught
In an act of contrition
In a war of attrition
No-one could win.
In the mud where you tread,
Shells are the harvest
From the fields of the dead.

Copyright wordz2Go Nov 2016

Inspired by personal details left at the Tower of London 2015 Poppies display
(See my photo above)

Isaiah 2:4 “The Lord will mediate between nations and will settle international disputes.”

 

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