In June 1914 a telegram was sent,
It read: Germany. War. Act Now,
And so young men went,
To die on bloody fields through sun and snow.
Boys suffocated in bloody mud,
Shells and bullets ripped soft flesh apart,
Sat in trenches, listening for that gentle thud,
For years of war that did not need to start.
Four years later after shell-shock, trench foot and death,
Millions had died; towns without young men,
Then on the Eleventh Hour, of the Eleventh Day, of the Eleventh Month,
The bells of peace sounded; soldiers’ whispering “amen”.
A hundred years on since World War One,
A hundred years on since the lowering of the bayonet,
A hundred years on from hell’s fire, some had outrun,
Lest we forget.
Those terrible years after the Treaty of Versailles,
Germany paid a hard price for war,
And yet they warn; no eye for an eye,
Such destruction they could not have foresaw.
And from the desperation, the fear,
A man offered some tainted hope,
Words of hate, explained the loss so clear,
He came to power; Adolf, the man, the “joke”.
Peace for twenty years,
Then War was declared,
Mothers had to hide their fears,
Brave soldiers must not be scared.
Six years this time; more blood-soaked tears,
Death camps, and hateful ideology;
Six million Jews murdered, over years,
All for the glory of some insane mythology.
Once again young men, and women died,
Bravely sacrificing life, without regret,
Men, women and children gassed alive,
Lest we forget.
Peace…to the chimes of Big Ben,
Songs, streamers and smiles,
The world said, “Never Again”,
Peace in unity, with Nazis’ on trials.
In the wake of destruction, a new alliance formed,
Six nations; from the ashes rose the EU,
Sacrifice immortalised, in Europe transformed,
A hundred years on, we will never forget you.









