Ivory Towers
Just two hundred yards it was
But a sea of festering mud,
Separating water filled trenches
Where nervous and frightened men stood.
It will take but a whistle
Then these soldiers, they'll all visit hell
Men will flounder, die in their droves
'Neath a hail of bullet and shell.
The generals on horseback comment
"The day is going to be ours"
Blind to the death and the carnage,
Fools dwell in ivory towers.
Entry for
YOUR CHOICE(9),any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand.
15/6/2019
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2019
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