The Following of the Pipes

On this cold winter night A horror unfurls As they leave their trenches Under the Bagpipes skirl It's Christmas Eve In World War One Over the top they leave The killing has begun Knee deep in mud Barbed wire and bodies The piper laments Their bravery embodied To march into battle With their weapon of pipes Whilst bullets and bombs Leave the theatre in strife Onward they march Turning men into hero's The battle of the Somme Last centuries ground zero What makes such a man To enter a war His weapon of music That they follow him for Amongst the men that fall Others pick up their guns When the piper falls Their is no one On this cold Christmas Day The horrors have been unfurled As one looks over the trenches To a different world But the very next day In the distance you will hear The sound of the Scottish Bagpipes Leaving their enemy in fear In memory to all who fell at Christmas time, and especially to the pipers who used music as their weapon, we will remember them, as all will be remembered http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-5.php