War is Over, Our Spirits Gone...
Belgium soil
In Flanders Fields,
We dug down deep.
Where shells and bombs
Might not reach.
We lived in mud and filthy water,
Below deaths bugle call .....
and mans lust.
For senseless.... slaughter.
Having won the day, there are those of us, who still now lay.
Half a million souls interred.......
In Belgium soil.
Within, which you've let us sleep
Our bones forever, safe you keep.
Giajl © Jim Love
It has been said that all the
It has been said that all the major powers at the time were empires, at their zenith of power and pride, and the leaders were bound by their self-importance to commit to war. They didn't consider the fact that lives would be lost.
My Secret River