The Call Of Duty

Poem By Lucy Burrow

Bravest men we hailed them then
England sent her finest men
The war to end all wars to fight
A cause each one believed was right
And without a thought for their own lives
Left mothers, sisters, lovers, wives.

These were children, barely men
Set to fight a foe, and then
Return to fight another day
Till Fate delivered Judgement Day
Among the mud and stench of war
They rest their bones and breathe no more.

Comments about The Call Of Duty

Insightful and lofty verse embellished in poetic rhyme and rhythm. Poignant rendition set aside for sober reflection. Thanks for sharing Lucy and do remain enriched.
Excellent poem, with historical insight. liked it very much.Damian
These were children, barely men Set to fight a foe, and then Return to fight another day Till Fate delivered Judgement Day Among the mud and stench of war Beautiful. 10
A cause each one believed was right And without a thought for their own lives Left mothers, sisters, lovers, wives. These were children, barely men Set to fight a foe, and then Return to fight another day Till Fate delivered Judgement Day Beautiful poem dear poet. Thanks for sharing. 10
These were children, barely men Set to fight a foe, and then Return to fight another day Till Fate delivered Judgement Day Nicely penned poem. 10


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