in dulce decorum
damned, the
dear mother how i will write this line
when i know i'm counting time
i'm waiting and death's my friend
to say in god we trust not for this
oh the death and glory boys not for this
dear beloved try to write to you
through the senseless deaths of a million troops
i'm waiting my time is near
as my tears wash away my years
to say in god we trust not for this
oh the death and glory boys not for this
the haunting flares where my friends bleed
i see the face of the enemy
of a man or boy who is just like me
cut through like winters rain
and if i could ever sleep again
i know till the end of time i'd hear
dear mother i'll write to you