red memories of ypres,so long ago
fiery troops left as smoldering embers
broken dreams,shattered like glass
the edges still sharp,to slash & dismember
wasted lives? or noble ends?-innocent victims,lay staring in wonder..
troubled minds go over the edge,fall to the ground, & are torn asunder....
battle weary patriots,in blood stained uniforms...
trading death with the enemy,in the volleying cannon storms...
noble lives, with wasted ends-fates are controlled by impersonal friends..
fragile lives,hang on delicate threads...
woven through hell-and cut short.
charging towards,the battlefront,..attacking underfire
injured soldiers in the aftermath,waiting in pain,to die!
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