Over the Top

A poem of remembrance and thanks to those who have passed, and a past that should neither be forgotten nor repeated.

The General’s orders are loud
Over the shattering shells
Through the mustard gas cloud
The General’s orders are loud
For privates timid and proud
We hear the tolling of bells
The General’s orders are loud
Over the shattering shells

And over the top once again
We face the thundering guns
We climb from our miry den
And over the top once again
A million war-weary men
All scared but nobody runs
And over the top once again
We face the thundering guns

They stand at the station and wait
For their heroes and lovers’ return
While praying they will not be late
They stand at the station and wait
With their hearts in a fluttering state
For news they are longing to learn
They stand at the station and wait
For their heroes and lovers’ return

Scott Bailey is a freelance writer, author, and blogger. His works include the dystopian novel “Mankind Limited” and “A Spring of Dreams”.

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