That moment when the enemy met
upon the muddy ****** fields.
In between the trenches of death
when guns fell eerily silent.
German soldiers voices were heard
singing carols fighting deferred.
One story of that incredible times
when enemy stopped killing.
Sanity replaced the madness of war
a mutual reaction of goodwill.
Instigated by the soldiers to each other
they became a father son brother.
Exchanging food cigarettes and much more
realising they were just like them.
German and British troops actually met.
On what was called no mans land.
It started in 1914 on Christmas day
that for a time hate went away.
Historical fact of the search for peace
if only that act could save lives.
In the chaotic theatres of conflict
that blight too many even now.
As it is realised we are all of one birth
on this our one earth.
Where is that Christmas truce?
The Foureyed Poet.
My Christmas that nobody died.
