The Great War

Marching towards the enemy,

Fighting for what is right.

Shell-pocked fields surround us,

The glory of triumph in sight.

It’ll be over by Christmas, they tell us.

I’ll be home for tea, I say.

We’re in this war to win it,

There is victory in this day.

The gruesome realisation,

The deadly, silent gas.

Seeping, poisoning our minds,

Slaughtering on mass.

Die young, stay young forever,

An immediate place with the Lord.

Even with all the propaganda

The reasons for killing are flawed.

If this is the Great War they say it is,

The war that will bring the peace,

The war to end all other wars,

When will the war finally cease?