Bayonets Dripped With Blood

Bayonets dripped with blood,
Flashing orange sparks
As you see your bud
Lying dead on the ground.
When times were sound …

They used to be little lads,
Being as silly as seals,
Playing with their fun dads.
They used to dream of peace,
Not a horrible disease!

They clashed with Germans,
Their fury flowing from their faces,
Anger showing in their eyes.
Horses neighing in agony,
Then the battle is over,
Hardly anyone left …