What is War?
It could be the soldier’s helmet, his uniform, cold muddy and torn
The battlefield ,trench is all reality, another black deadly morn
It could be artillery sounds and thick smoke covering the sky
An enemy’s sneak attack is a young man’s horrible cry
A blood stained prayer book had been found by a soldier’s side
He hoped this would soon end, let peace be the only guide
War could be the wretched sight, smell of dead bodies so near
Their tired, scared brothers, "Oh, this is hell, no man should be here!"
Yes, it’s these reminders and a poppy to show so much more
Many families, a lasting sorrow for the soldier isn’t there at the door
War is killing, War is death, War should never be
In honour of Remembrance Day, November 11, 2009
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