Take the Kings Shilling

''Take The Kings Shilling'' Volunteers brisk march to a drumming refrain, Men to war some inches to gain. To ''Not forget''; we now chose to review, Why did they go? Three feathers! from whom? Couldn't see the problems! didn't have a clue. Changing their place from a mundane to a new? We can’t feel or smell what was revealed, Rats gnawing their muddied meat meal. Duck boards washed by insistent rains, soak, A haze of cordite laced with decay, choke, Dry socks, no cure for feet rotting in soggy clay. We shed the tears they dared not display. Man vibrates in fear at what they hear. Oh! to watch the grass blades grow, to hear the chirp, to see the crow. Don't pick the life or shoot what fly's They too have created lives. What do those monuments realistically say?