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 War Poetry



DonatePrivateId: 17618.02.2009
By:  GHKadmin  
Officers?
The laughing prince is casting
His net once again
Hoping to catch those
Who have suffered in pain

Old warships are pounding
The far distant shore
Horse cavalry is coming
They’ve opened up the door

The enemy is awake
They’re manning all the guns
The carnage is awesome
For all you mothers sons

The officers are holding back
Don’t want to dirty their boots
They’re landing next week
In their nicely pressed suits

Keep fighting me boys
We’re nearing the Somme
There’s plenty more behind
Waiting to egg you on

Onward now you lot
Fight, get mad and see red
We’ve plenty of reserves
There’s only ten thousand dead

All the officer’s orders
Are to follow the drummer
They’ll make a decision
When it’s three times that number

The main burial party
Say they need more men
It’s going to take weeks
To clear this lot up again

The coloured flags flying
They’ve been ordered back
Every one regroup
Then start a new attack

Wear them down by attrition
The generals said to a man
We have more troops than them
That’s our battle plan

We’re going back to blighty
The staff officers cried
We’ll come back next year
See how many have died

If it’s not to many
We’ll keep carrying on
Let’s hope by that time
The enemy will be gone

If nothings happened by then
We’ll try one final push
One million men
We’ll kill them in the rush
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