Oh Passchendaele

Oh! Passchendaele your story has been told Of endless mud they trudged where their life was sold Thousands left the safety of their trench lines And disappeared into the mud for all time It makes you wonder where death came so easily And lines of men in the battle were killed so hellishly With no choice to stay or go with the military police In the trenches as they were pushed to leave with malice In such madness a hundred years ago we now do remember It is difficult for us to know what it was like to brave the embers Where industrialised war churned and burned those soldiers And young men with lives cut short as death not glory tenders. © Paul Warren Poetry