ramblings and things
We live here in a sea of mud where
Grown men cry and live in fear
As the next dawn attack
Draws inexorably near.
They blow their whistles
And scream and shout
Drive us over the top
Up and out
Into withering fire from
Clattering machine guns
Deliberately fired by
Those opposing huns.
Marching on looking
Straight ahead
Avoiding sight of
Both dying and dead.
Can anybody tell me
Where’s the good
Me slogging through
This sea of mud
To maybe fight
Hand to hand
With those who fight for
God and Fatherland.
God King and country
Is what we are fighting for
In this sea of mud
In this senseless war.
For the whims of our leaders
We and our brothers fight and die;
For God’s miserable sake
Please, somebody, tell me why.
1917