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One Hundred Years On


 


One hundred years on


Since that Declaration of War


 In scope and effect 


Greater than any gone before.


Massed gravestones


Pristine ranks of white 


In their serried tidy files


A truly humbling sight;


 


A constant reminder


For those who want to see


The price they paid for 


Peoples' continuing liberty. 


The flags will fly at half mast


And the crocodiles tears shed


And all the world's current leaders 


Stand with bared and bowed head,


 


But would they then 


With a stroke of pen


Send our troops


Off to war again.


No lessons learned


From millions that died


Patriotic martyrs


From both sides.


 


There are no survivors now 


To tell the horrors they faced,


To tell first hand of 


The carnage and the waste,


No more tales over pints 


From pub snug room benches


Just the words of the poets


Written from the trenches.


 


 


Leaders once 


Led their men


Now they command


By stroke of pen,


Ypres, Oppy Wood, 


The Somme 


Names remembered still


One hundred years on.


 


 


 


 



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