The Somme…..And Every Other Bloody Battle.

And the devil took the high ground
And the Angels took the rest
The Angels stood and waited
Whilst the devil did his best

The devil he cleared the front rank
Thousands at a time
The Angels watched so silently
No reason, nor no rhyme

The devil was the sting, that day,
when youth itself had died
And the Angels sat in grief, they say,
And all they did was cry.

by Adrian Wait

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