slumbering in earthen graves
some known others not
flesh on bones left to rot
faceless now lost in caves
laying long in dirty trenches
waiting for death to come
bloodied rows crowded tomb
rotting flesh smells and stenches
immobile bodies lay so still
crimson sticky puddles stick
open wounds carrion lick
‘til rats and birds have had their fill
no romance in bloody wars
boys and men go to die
for what? perhaps just lies
just some so-called cause
sleep now hush now darling
little boys one and all
lay you down and gently fall
asleep with Jesus calling
© Liola Lee 2007
With Remembrance Day on the horizon I thought I would repost this poem. I wrote this in 2007 to remember all those service men and women who fought in all wars. The imagery in the poem is more in reference to The Great War and the trenches. Please know The image here is of my beautiful Dad who signed up for the RAF at the age of 18. He and many like him served their Sovereign and Country in World War II to keep us free…I blended the image with a field of Poppies to create a dramatic effect.
