This is my World War one Poem hope you enjoy it.

Going over the top,
In shock,
The first went down,
The rest shortly followed,
Wave after wave,
Death after death,
No man’s land filled,
with bodies,
Germans laughing,
Britons crying,
Knowing they will die,
Unless someone done something.

Behind the lines,
Haig lies,
Making his next move,
wasting lives,
more and more by the minute,
the count keeps rising,
and then he says,
we pushed them back 5 yards!

Everyone looks at him in disgust,
They can’t leave the front line or they die for being cowards,
So they knew they were going to die,

But then suddenly Haig changed his mind,
after so many people losing their lives!

Many call him the butcher of the Somme,
But in reality he is,
All the people who can never live again,
Their lives were shortened signifigantly,
And they will never get it back.

The Old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.

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