Smoke it rises
Amidst jagged flame
Field artillery
Without the blame
Mans insanity
Screams to sky
The dead lay silent
Wondering why.
The hedgeroads free
The birds have flown
More refugees
Without a home
Uniforms
Scorched and torn
Future glory
Has been born.
Written in ink
Without the pain
A thousand lines
Each untrained
Mere memories
A flag unfurled
A volley of rifles
Medals worn.