Verdun

For weeks we were bored, then artillery roared, And the battle enlarged, At Verdun. We went over the top, until death made us drop, Though fearful, we charged, At Verdun. Machine guns, death spat, forcing men to lie flat, In the gory mud there, At Verdun. We charged, retreated, discouraged, defeated, And waited in despair, At Verdun. Midst the dead, the dying, the shell-shocked, the crying, Wounds never will mend, At Verdun. When gas finally came, war's price stayed the same, From begining to end, At Verdun.

Copyright © 1980 Lyle Melford Miller