Through the intricacies of life
Is woven some strife
Unlike the fallen
Whom came as they deemed their calling
To fight a war to end all wars
Remembrance of the dead
100 years since their bodies were shred
A lesson have we learnt?
Never! Still we send soldiers to be burnt.
In a war to end all wars.
Poets spoke, of horrors seen
Of dead eyes that no longer gleam.
Through mud and dirt that boil
Soldiers of boys toil.
We send to a war to end all wars.
Politicians only smile
As broken bodies trudge another mile
Open shell hole graves
Shell shocked minds, vent words through mouths that rave,
about a war to end all wars.
Tolkien, Jones, Sassoon and Graves
Scribe moments of death, men in graves
Save a few that return
Write but we do not learn
And engage in a war to end all wars.