Passchendaele

We recount and remember One hundred years of hurt The many thousands lost Swallowed by the Passchendaele dirt Whether BEF Empire or Hun Little chance against automatic gun Now it's back to Wipers Times and some Dug in just like The Somme and Verdun Those in fourteen wanting to fight so badly Through Generals that's what they got sadly A chance to tour the world hardly A chance to go home taken so gladly Trench Foot pneumonia part of the daily slog The incessant rain turns the Salient into a bog Treacherous landscape unsafe for man horse or dog Flooded trenches recorded in the Battalion Log After months of sheer pain Must never let it happen again For the fallen masses that were slain Peace the ultimate tribute to gain Conflict and destruction domain of human race Wipe everything of the planet without a trace A need for compassion and good grace Gives us a chance for a new light and beautiful face