Look over the killing fields of Flanders
Now green and lush full of life
Back in time travel - back in the day
Only death you would see before your very eyes
Millions died in those fields of Flanders
Most were young - merely boys not even needing to shave
Yes cock virgins
Saw The War as an opportunity's for advencha - and much else!
Well teenager boys being teenagers - it's what they think of at that tender age!
Some seeking glory as they were told back home by those who supposedly know!
Wound the kids up - who puffed their chest out like proud Peacocks!
Only to die screaming for their mums as they lay dieing - woondid
Arms and legs being amputated - faces once handsam - now smashde - ugly to the Eye

All around Flanders Fields can be seen massive graveyards of those who found no Glory - only death in Flanders Fields - smaller graveyards you will find
Many oh so many have no known grave - lay beneath the sod of Flanders Fields
Also so many blown to bits bone fragments found by the plowing over the years
Are off don found only to be plowed back into the fields of Flanders

Twenty or years later yet more graveyards added of other teenagers lay out of site
None found The Glory they were told would be theirs - only death in deaths many Ways of killing were theirs!

Ken D Williams

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Written on 2021-11-10 at 11:38

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