Flames of Agony

Burnt soldiers not allowed to cry their tears,
Dying releases all their fears,
You can read their sanity by each face,
They still have images of that horrible place,

Blood drips off their hands from their mates,
They can already see each one of their fates,
Ones that are married being carried off on a cart,
Still hear the words from their wives 'Until death do us part,'

They cry a single note,
Their voices seem to float,
As they drift away,
They know they wont see another day,

They tell a friend to tell their wife,
'I love you have a good life,'
The friend promises to speak,
The words as a tear begins to leak,

No one wants to remember the battles on that field,
As the bullets fly they tried to shield,
Their bodies from that nightmare,
When they came back we could only stare,

At their wounds and missing hair,
They never wanted to share,
Their blood with a friend,
They wanted to be there for the very end,

They see the bodies all mangled,
Their limbs and heads all tangled,
These images burnt in to their memory,
So we give them a cemerony,

But this will never change the things they saw,
We cannot take away that war,
We never really did win,
We didnt see anyone grin,

In the end we all lost,
All this did come with a cost,
As the poppy grows tall,
It reminds us of how far those soldiers did fall.