Blood swept lands and seas of red

Tommy’s dead,

He is no more,

The Telegram delivered to the door.

Left with fading memories to store,

Of lifeless friends, limp on the floor,

In a heap of bloody, pointless gore.

Inhumanity of reckless law;

Push the enemy back some more!

‘Til the reddest rivers bleed and pour,

With the hearts of those in this Great War.

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