SACRIFICE

Boots and tunics clogged,with clinging mud,
Comrade’s bodies, falling with devastating thud.
Amid the acrid, stomach churning stenches,
Brave young men, fought from the trenches.

Rifles loaded, ready to fight,
They guarded their lines, with all their might.
Helmets, battle-scarred, shielded their heads;
Their arms were their pillow – where they stood was their bed.

The blasts from above, constantly shattered the still;
Facing enemy whose task, was to shoot and kill.
They knew not, who they were killing…or why,
They just knew it was either that…or die !

Lives were lost, several thousands or more,
All because Nations had gone to war.
Sheltering in trenches, like herds of cattle,
Giving their souls, to win the battle.

They’d left their loved ones; kissed them good bye,
They had to fight, but knew not where, nor why.
It was hard to imagine, or understand,
But few would return from that ravaged land.
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