Ypres Flanders Remembered
I try to imagine somewhat halfheartedly
The terror inflicting their souls
As they crouch awaiting that whistles cruel blast
To climb solemnly from protecting ramparts
And march heedlessly into a hail of unforgiving lead
Bequeathing despair, death, and injury
Upon a generation of partially innocent men.
To truly comprehend that treacherous walk
Would need a spirit I cannot provide
Belief that ends can somehow justify great loss
A justification my heart will not disseminate.