OH FOR WAR AND WHERE WILL IT END, WHEN YOUR WOUNDED AND COLD AND NEED A FRIEND.

WHAT DID YOU DO WHEN YOU FELT SO BOLD, WHAT NOW MY FRIEND

WHEN YOU'RE LYING SO COLD.

YOU TOOK YO ARMS SO READY AND WILLING,

TO FIGHT FOR YOUR COUNTRY YOU TOOK THE KINGS SHILLING.

THE GUNS A BLASING AND THE TRENCHES ARE FILLED

AND BODYS ALL DEAD AND COLD AND STILL

THE FIGHT GOES ON AND THE BODY IS WEAK

NO REFUGE HERE NO SHELTER TO SEEK

THE BARBED WIRE CUTS AND TEARS THE SKIN

HEAVENS KNOWS WHAT STATE YOUR IN

THE TANKS ARE RUMBLING AND YOU'VE HAD YOUR FILL

YOU FEEL SO TIRED AND LOST YOUR WILL

OH FOR WAR AND WHERE WILL IT END

OH FOR WAR WHEN YOU NEED A FRIEND

THE DARK DISMAL NIGHT IN THE COLD WET MUD

AS HE LIES WOUNDED WITH NO HOPE OF BEING FOUND

THE STENCH OF CORDITE FROM THE GUNS THAT WERE

FIRED FROM THE FIRST ROUND

THE JOSTLING AND PUSHING TO THE FRONT LINE

NOBODY HERE FEELS THAT FINE

THE SMELL OF DEATH AS HE STUMBLES OVER THE WIRES

THE BURNING OF WOOD AND THE HEAT OF THE FIRES

THE MOVING ON WITH THE FEELING OF DREAD

THE STUMBLING AND TRIPPING OVER THE DEAD

THE TAKING OF THE HILL THAT TOOK TEN MEN

ONLY TO BE PUSHED BACK AND START AGAIN

THE CRYING OF MEN AS THER CAUGHT ON FIRE

AND THE PUSHING OF TRUCKS AS THEIR STUCK IN THE MIRE

OH FOR WAR AND WHERE WILL IT END

OH FOR WAR WHEN YOU NEED A FRIEND

A POEM     BY KAS