Thousands of men in rows of nine
One by one the Germans shot them with
Staggering spears of time.
When the toxic smell hit their skin,
They fell on the hard ground like
A stone-cold tin.
Ghastly screams and terrible
Screeches were in the air,
As the English men sank the swords
Into the Germans’ flesh.
At the end of the deadly battle you could
Smell the dreadful odour of the
Rotten flesh of the two countries at war.