The Great War

In mud they laid upon the Somme,

Guns were firing, the silence gone,

Stuck in ditches eating corned beef,

Brutal battles with no relief,

With swirling gas, the masks are on.

Soldiers dying one by one,

On Christmas Day greetings were done,

Next day it's back to fear and grief,

In mud they laid.

Pouring rain with a glint of sun,

Dying in trenches is no fun,

Fighting a cause without belief,

Death hidden in the sods beneath,

Fields of crosses where war began,

In mud they laid.