The clock struck one and out they went
60 million marched on from both sides
on they fought in trenches wide
long and winding
like sunken paths across the barren lands
descent not heard
brave they were and still are
as they march on and on
to save to protect
the rights and justices of this great land
and though they 20 million fell
held fast they surely did
never giving never bowing
to those that seeked world control
gas thickened their air so
and missiles crashed down
on temporary homes made of wooden planks
cry the dogs of war
and let loose havoc
as their commanding officer
did but blow upon his whistle
scrambling to get up in the wet mud
ground they did seek
no cover no tree
to hide or shelter
terrified minds and body's
whilst fatigue and lack of food
was most evident
fight they did like such brave men
and at home as loved ones begged them home
further on they pushed
many laid down and passed away so
and forgotten they were as the battle grew on
on both sides loss was but replaced
with another fresh faced young man
sent to die for God King and country
and whilst now the guns are silent
and the fields over grown
here now grows the poppy
drowned in the blood of the fallen men
who did but give life
as so that we all may live freely
once again
of a night when the moon is high
we see them so
walking with their heads held high
proud and tall mighty and proud
in their job as fine men
ready to protect us once again
not forgotten is ever you
loved and adored you are so
in the hope
we never have to send another to die
in no mans land