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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Over the Top Whistle blows, we’re under order Just another day, just another slaughter Just another time, we’re over the top The ruling class, they just won’t stop We will stop lots of things Like bullets and mortars With grimmest and grins With stiff upper lip, not quivering chins As we move on the line, the line really thins Splattered in mud with things you want to forget Waters not warm and red it’s just wet The pal you shook hands with we just had a bet Is struggling and twisting in a razor wire net But onward we move the young and the fit They fire the flares to light up the hit We stumble and fall, some, just shake and sit But some just drag themselves through the shit From the land we call home, we are sent to die All the promises made, turn out to be lies Our aim today is a few yards for the King With constant noise, oh! What a din din din din We leap over wire and fall to our knees We lean on a stump where there used to be trees The sin of man on man is grim to behold Who will voice the story? The truth to be told Three quarters down, the field of play I feel the thud, I've had my day It’s quick and clean and that’s what I pray 1918 the 5th of May Now you stand at my head stone white Farmer’s lad, sent to fight From Cheshire fields, a loving son We fought my brother, we called him the Hun Stephen Williams 2012
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