The countless dead unburied lay beneath a covering of clay. <br />The good earth turned to dark red mud mixed with the best of soldier’s blood. <br />It mattered not how many died for death could not be satisfied. <br />Brave men who fought for their country. Death chose amongst them randomly. <br />I lived although my comrades died. Death often took them from my side. <br />Why did I live? So I can tell the world about the living hell <br /> wich we endured knee deep in mud. I think it fitting that I should. <br />So many died on either side. Involuntary suicide <br />To fight a war they could not win, to no more see their kith and kin <br />Like every war it proved to be a total waste, a mockery <br />The cream of Europe’s fighting mem would never see their homes again. <br />What did it prove the First World War? Nothing we had not known before! <br />Though we remember those who died. The lessons learned are not applied <br />for men still battle constantly to prove superiority. <br />It seems mankind can’t live in peace, that wanton killing will not cease <br />Until death has added to his score the last man and there are no more. <br />I think that then and only then the world will be at peace again. <br /> <br />16/04/2009 <br />http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/final-solution-2/
