For My Home

Gas cans drop,
Breathing starts to stop.
Bullets whistled through the sky,
Heroes dropped like flies.
Children listen to their mother's lie,
"Daddy will be fine."
Meanwhile, trenches fill with gas,
As soldiers take the breath they know is there last.
It's a sin to retreat,
Yet you were a disappointment if beat.
Make sure you show respect and salute,
But take no prisoners and shoot.
They shouted, "We can never be wrong!"
They screamed, "The Germans have lived too long!"
I think you'll agree with me,
Or at least, you'll try to see.
They all thought they were doing what was right,
Running into the fight.
But everything must come to an end,
That was clear from the telegrams that were sent.
From young men, with a gun to wield,
To a silent poppy field.