1914-1918 (a poem)

Lie! Lie dead bodies in the muddy ground

Lie in your thousands mutilated and torn

Lie and no one will care ere many years are gone.

What have you fought for?

Why have you suffered?

You will never know.

You could not know.

If only you knew.

If only you knew.

Then even now your anger would be so terrible

Then even now though your bodies be so cold

You would rise again

Rise with superhuman power from the grave

Annihilating all those who betrayed

W Hunt -Vincent

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