TO ALL YOU MOTHERS

TO ALL YOU MOTHERS THIS IS A SON’S LOVE FROM THE TRENCHES

Dear mother as I lie here with death all around

People lying face buried in the ground

I try hard to think of places back home

And of people I knew and places we would roam

I think of my friends when we sat and talked

And it was by the river

Where my darling and I we kissed and walked

Please tell me what I am doing here

Does God want me to kill? Must I carry on?

Please mother, can you make it stop

Or has it got to go on and on

Can no one see the harm they are doing?

The husband, mothers, sons, and uncles

Their lives are in ruins

These men will never ever be the same

Is there no one out there can feel the shame

They are weary, tired, and drained

As they walk like zombies

Through the bodies,blood,muck,and rain

The explosions stop you lay back and draw a sight

It’s time to clean up this terrible mess

And listen to grown men cry

It’s the cry for help to ease their suffering and pain

For men, whose bodies will never ever look the same

Then there is the waggon that collects the dead

There’s no time for feelings

Just throw them on

By legs or head

As it moves to the end of the trench

Its wheels getting rutted in the dirt

What a smell as the blood oozes out

Through the holes in their shirt

The blind and maimed they are tied onto the cart

They walk with no meaning as if they had no heart

Their toes stick out of the side of their boots

Their arms just dangle like flowers with no roots

One after the other they just trudge along

There’s always one who tries hard to sing a song

What is he singing or best why?

He doesn’t know don’t stop him

For he’s better singing than starting to cry

It won’t be long before it starts all over again

Till bombs fall from the sky like pouring rain

It’s then we start to shake with fear

As bits of bodies start falling near

Oh mother how I envy you

 Your nice warm house

I always have thoughts for yon little mouse

He will be tucked up nice and warm

Waiting for the next day to dawn

Me I will lie in this muddy grave

Hoping that someday I will be saved

An angel will come and take me away

I will be taken to God’s house

Where I will stay

So my dear mothers each night as you go to bed

Spare a thought for me in your head

I will always remember when I kissed you

And said goodbye

When you think of me mother

Take a long hard look towards the sky

I will be the brightest star than can be found

As they lay my body to the ground

No more will my loud laughter ring out

For my dearest mother my burning light

Has just been blown out

I love you mother

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LEAST YOU EVER FORGET

THE DAY WE DIED FOR YOU

God bless one and all

Poem by Andrew Bennie

On the 11th day of the 11th month