Colin F. Jones

THERE WAS NO HONOUR

There was no honour there, nor glory,
For such things are not part of war.
Just blood stained bodies gory,
And ugly scenes galore.
Of madness, fear and slaughter,
Wounds and death and tears,
Of mud and sludgy water,
Intestines, feet and ears.
Of smoke and blast and shock
And screaming horrid sounds,
Where bloated bodies mocked,
The filthy mattered mounds…
That lay rotting in the aftermath,
Upon the ghastly killing grounds