War 1914-1918

Who killed our sons Both the Tommies and Huns? Us, said the guns. We killed your sons Who saw them die? I said the fly Through my wicked black eye I saw them die Who drank their blood? I, said the mud Where the mortar bombs thud I drank their blood Who dug their grave? None could I save Said the fierce battle wave Neither gallant or knave Who profits from that Like skittles knocked flat? Through them I grew fat… I did, said the rat Who tolled the bell For them as they fell? In the gateway of Hell I did, whined the shell Were our soldiers misled? So many, all dead For victory they bled The Old War monger said When does grief end? You must labour to mend Our lost family, my friend Said the ghosts in the wind