The declaration was made.
Words of diplomacy had failed, there was nothing left to be said.
Trenches were complete.
The battle lines drawn, a healthy optimism could save them from defeat.
If the snipers bullet's didn't their lives defend,
The boom of the shells, would stop their scarred mind's ever being able to mend.
As the rats ate the dead soldiers colleagues bodies, that lay by their side,
some reminded themselves that they took the King's shilling.
Yes, they went there willing.
Believing what they, their King and Government thought was right,
that lamps were going out all over Europe and the people were being left without a light.
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