Poetry

Never Forgotten

By 5th November 2013December 9th, 2019No Comments

The heavens raged the thunder roared and lightening split the sky.
And down below in the sodden earth was death and the soldiers cry.
The canon roared, the clarion called, you could hear the eagle cry.
And the politicians safe at home whilst all our young men die.

And in a field in a foreign land a young girls picture in his hand.
A dead young man one of our best his heart now still within his chest.
So many lying dead and dying Blood and broken bodies lying.
And rain pours down from Godless sky on mothers sons too young to die.

Give me your hand mate came a voice I hear but I cannot see.
I know I’m shot to bloody hell what price for victory.
I’m here mi lad I’ll stay nearby I’ve lost my leg now I will die.
Well go together you and I and sail the winds where the eagles fly.

Tears from heaven fell to earth and the swollen rivers raged.
And swept along all in their path and laid the earth to waste.
In Eastern desert or Flanders field with only honour for a shield.
Some will live and some will die as back at home the tears they’ll cry.

A child now kicks in its mother’s womb and her only comfort in the room
Is a silver frame he’s caught in time he’ll never age this love of mine
The canon roared and the clarion called, you could hear the eagle cry
And the politicians safe at home whilst all our young men die

Elizabeth Brooke

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