Tommy’s dead, he is no more,
The Telegram delivered to the door.
Left with fading memories to store
Of lifeless friends, limp on the floor
In a heap of bloody, pointless gore.
Inhumanity of reckless law;
Push the enemy back some more!
‘Til the reddest rivers bleed and pour,
With the hearts of those in this Great War.
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