Four hundred thousand soldiers slain, were drowned within unholy mud.
Corpses of the now redundant gave their best and got their worst.
Men in boots in July seen.
Images none desire upon the front of magazines.
Their guns were emptied, their lives were spent.
Lived for the moment, only lent.
Brave men all of them young,loyal and true.
Another Belgian battlefield echoed with the failing death.
So sad, boys, nearly men caught their last breath.
Bless the battlefield upon which they fell,relieved of sounds of gunfire, as they left the war raged hell.
Bravery from all sides shown,by young in spirit, never grown.
Guessing with death came freedom, unpleasant release.
(C)LIVVI
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 2:25 PM UTC
Four hundred thousand soldiers slain, were drowned within unholy mud.
Corpses of the now redundant gave their best and got their worst.
Men in boots in July seen.
Images none desire upon the front of magazines.
Their guns were emptied, their lives were spent.
Lived for the moment, only lent.
Brave men all of them young,loyal and true.
Another Belgian battlefield echoed with the failing death.
So sad, boys, nearly men caught their last breath.
Bless the battlefield upon which they fell,relieved of sounds of gunfire, as they left the war raged hell.
Bravery from all sides shown,by young in spirit, never grown.
Guessing with death came freedom, unpleasant release.
(C)LIVVI
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