Oh Passchendaele
Oh! Passchendaele your story has been told
Of endless mud they trudged where their life was sold
Thousands left the safety of their trench lines
And disappeared into the mud for all time
It makes you wonder where death came so easily
And lines of men in the battle were killed so hellishly
With no choice to stay or go with the military police
In the trenches as they were pushed to leave with malice
In such madness a hundred years ago we now do remember
It is difficult for us to know what it was like to brave the embers
Where industrialised war churned and burned those soldiers
And young men with lives cut short as death not glory tenders.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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