The Sounds of War
The Sounds Of War
Crackling of the wireless set,
Crackling of the fire,
Breaking the message says
Tension becoming dire.
Wailing of the sisters,
Wailing of the brothers,
'cross the sea the children send
Away from their mothers.
Slamming of the kit bag,
Slamming of the door,
Six hundred and ten
Off to fight the war.
Cheering of the nation,
Cheering on the benches,
Good men their spirits break
In the muddy trenches.
Booming of the kettle drum,
Booming of the bombs,
March the men weary
The Fritz's and the Tom's.
Rat-a-tatting of the jerry cans,
Rat-a-tatting of the guns,
Fall the men down
'til war is done.
Squealing of the bugle
Squealing of the men
Silently the bodies count
Six hundred and ten.
Sobbing of the sisters
Sobbing of the brothers,
'cross the sea the caskets send
Back home to their mothers.
Copyright © Robert Horton | Year Posted 2015
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