MARCH! MARCH! (WORLD WAR ONE)

Some fool said to a soldier who was complying
About marching: '' Look pal , all the time we're
Marching '' , '' we aint frightening''
Were never on the march from Mons!

Boots all worn out , feet in putty's
Blood oozing , from cuts a'n blisters
Hungry as hell , the devil , little devils plying
Some kind of music in side 'is belly

Marching away , instead of standing and fighting our corner
Not seen men , good blokes , falling out , collapsed , in heaps
Knackered , not a step left in 'em
Listened to rumors of blocks being court martialed and summery shot!
For foraging for food , in farmhouse, army called steeling
We'd joined up to be shot by the German army , not shot by our own!

Hear we go marching , marching , heels teeth!
Will we die dog tiered? Marched to death?!

Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith




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Written on 2014-06-21 at 17:17

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Makes me think that some of the military rules negate every effort the enlisted men sacrificed themselves to achieve! So cold and so senseless, really. Another powerful write about the times most of us can't even begin to imagine. *hugs* xx
2014-06-23



This is a graphic example of men at (rest?) during war time. Thank you for never letting us forget the pain of those who have fought and lived (or died) at war. I always did wonder why they had to march them all the time, but maybe it's better than letting them think.
2014-06-21