And Then They Died

And then they died The trenches filled with blood and mud, Fear filled eyes and prayer tipped lips, Each man shoulder to shoulder with his brother. Wondering how this day will end Wondering if they were doing good, In the trenches filled with blood and mud. Hearing screams from the wave just gone, Shaking, crying, waiting their turn, Each man shoulder to shoulder with his brother. The bullets flew in a murderous hail, Comrades died, yet still more came from The trenches filled with blood and mud. A hanging death on barb ed wire for some, In craters, more lay with lifeless stares. Each man shoulder to shoulder with his brother. The battle roared with unceasing screams, Of young men dying in shattered dreams The trenches filled with blood and mud Each man shoulder to shoulder with his brother, Stood © Dave Timperley 08/11/2018