Turn Around World
The dust now settled and the embers gone cold
Did the lucky ones die young or survivors grow old
Both fought with strength with honour and
grace
Every battle scar and trench stench showed on
their face
We cry for the fallen their youth not seen
through
Future generations all thrown askew
Ten million died both sides of the fence
Was that really the world with common sense
Tommies stood in Ypres, they called it wipers
It wasn’t a breeze avoiding shells, gas,
barbed wire and snipers
The men who survived if fit and able
From the English Royal Oak to the Canadian Maple
Their memories from war sitting heavy like a
boulder
Haunting for life as they grow older
The men never spoke of all they witnessed
Never asked for pity, sorrow or forgiveness
They just lived on, no work to be found
Just like the fallen driven to ground
Life goes on, through both rain and sun
Surrender declared but who really won
Remember their names, John and James
They saved us from hurt
They battled at Paschendale and Festubert
Take a minute to review you’re life
Think of your parents your children your wife
The freedom you see
Built with mud to the knee
Over the top, bayonets a glistening
Sure to find death but the generals weren’t
listening
Many men left wives, sons or a daughter
Used as fodder certain for slaughter
Many lessons learned as families burned
No more war. “All will be fine!”
Think again world in Nineteen Thirty Nine!
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