Barricading the parapet.
Bodies piled high like a human net
Terrible stench of the poison gas
Blood pulsating, faces masked
Blast!A handgranande explodes
The pain the faces have showed
Stuck in mud, sinking though layers
Give out last dying prayers
At last the missiles die down
Our countries blood stained to the ground.
A nation wept for the men in Flanders
Will god ever give his answers?
