Dulce Et decorum Est
Standing stiff and wearing
camouflaged coats
We soldiers fear haunting bullets the
most
While we plod through the mist
As thick as oozing mud
Searching but not finding
Our distant rest
Trudging to the unknown
Trudging to death
Flickering flames of hope dance
Waiting for my presence.
Enemies! Enemies! Quick hide!
A flurry of fear
Stumbling to hide
However someone was still in range
Still out there. BANG!!!
Through the hazy mist we spot him
Floundering like a man in fire or
lime
Guttering and spluttering
We load our fallen comrade
If your dreams
Were as horrifying as this
His face withering wildly
Scares of mystery covering his body
The way his blood-spewing back is
almost
As though his life is being sucked
out of him
My friend if you could see this
You wouldn’t tell your children
Wanting glory
The old lie:
Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori