The Great War

Death, hard to ignore One million lost five months into the war Pain, fell one by one Three years remained, it had only begun Unable to restore A map redrawn Unlike what came before The future of warfare has dawned Do, what must be done Send off your son, life cut short by a gun Gas, cover the fields Gone with the wind, reveal lethal ideals And as the end draws near November dawn With losses so severe Cease-fire, their forces withdrawn Great war enter Front and centre Grand endeavour Lost forever Great war enter Front and centre Grand endeavour Lost forever And as the end draws near November dawn With losses so severe Cease-fire, their forces withdrawn November 11th settling the score From 15 to 20 million Almost half of the dead civilian A new world will dawn from empires fallen The end of the war to end war

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

In Flanders fields the poppies grow Between the crosses row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025