In honour of those who sacrificed themselves 100 years ago, I have wrote a poem. Rest In Peace to all those who gave their lives.
Young soldier boy.
You lie about your age.
Just to see the rampage
where the grass is the flesh
of our fallen ones.
Young soldier boy.
You signed up with friends
but this is the end.
You are here to defend
the country of which you serve.
Young soldier boy.
What are you fighting for?
As their blood pours
onto the floor,
we know you can't take it anymore.
Young soldier boy.
We pay our respect
as we plant our poppies and reflect
on these sorrows.
Young solider boy.
Goodbye.
Young soldier boy.
You lie about your age.
Just to see the rampage
where the grass is the flesh
of our fallen ones.
Young soldier boy.
You signed up with friends
but this is the end.
You are here to defend
the country of which you serve.
Young soldier boy.
What are you fighting for?
As their blood pours
onto the floor,
we know you can't take it anymore.
Young soldier boy.
We pay our respect
as we plant our poppies and reflect
on these sorrows.
Young solider boy.
Goodbye.
Thank you 