Cup Final Christmas Day 1914

I read about a game of football, wondered whether it was real, Did they really pause the fighting, For some festive time to steal? Enemies the toffs invented, all were simply duty bound, Will to win much evidence for, football empathy was found. Sent out there to kill each other, drop a bomb and try to maim, But they’re 19 year old children, on both sides they’re just the same. Girls at home and mates they’re missing, Some of them would not go home, But that Christmas day in 14, On the makeshift pitch they’d roam. Next day though t’was all forgotten, back to trenches, like before, Should it all have ended that day? years left still though numbered four. Just a few hours of enlightment, and what would it all be for? Dead and wounded, both sides suffered, football won, but never war! 24 December 2020