The End

Death made that crated soil

Men hard at their toil

Fear is in every heart

Why do they have to be apart?

No Mans Land is what they say

Trying to cross it every day

Killing is in them all

How many have to fall?

War will end us so H.G. Wells said

They all should be safely tucked up in bed

Home with families and those they love

Spreading a message of peace, the white dove !