It's a hundred years since the Great War began
It was the start of such terrible slaughter of man,
Men came from all parts of the empire
To fight for freedom with their allies was their desire.
When it began it seemed a big exciting adventure
But ended up as wanton, needless killing for sure,
Men were killed and maimed without thought or care
But the heroism was something that all could share.
Then when at last peace was signed and sealed
And people hoped war memories would all be healed,
That no more would such atrocities be allowed
Those were things that many nations hoped and vowed.
But now one hundred years have come and gone
Yet still the stench of war lives on,
Will mankind ever realise we all must live in peace
And see that all wars are evil and should all cease.
I've written this poem as part of the respect and reverence of the memory of the Great War.
My grandfather was alas killed on the Somme in July 1916, so in my family the respect for what was a terrible slaughter is greatly respected.
If you should see fit to print this in the Black Country Bugle I should be greatly honoured.