Who killed our sons <br />Both the Tommies and Huns? <br />Us, said the guns. <br />We killed your sons <br /> <br />Who saw them die? <br />I said the fly <br />Through my wicked black eye <br />I saw them die <br /> <br />Who drank their blood? <br />I, said the mud <br />Where the mortar bombs thud <br />I drank their blood <br /> <br />Who dug their grave? <br />None could I save <br />Said the fierce battle wave <br />Neither gallant or knave <br /> <br />Who profits from that <br />Like skittles knocked flat? <br />Through them I grew fat… <br />I did, said the rat <br /> <br />Who tolled the bell <br />For them as they fell? <br />In the gateway of Hell <br />I did, whined the shell <br /> <br />Were our soldiers misled? <br />So many, all dead <br />For victory they bled <br />The Old War monger said <br /> <br />When does grief end? <br />You must labour to mend <br />Our lost family, my friend <br /> <br />Said the ghosts in the wind<br /><br />sheena blackhall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/war-1914-1918/
