The Pain of Marching On — c.2006

A Wilderness of mud – no trees,

A swamp – quagmire above the knees,

A pain that only death can ease:

The pain of marching on.

 

Loud cracks and screams fill the air,

One simple shot, lives can tear,

It’s gone too far beyond despair –

It’s the pain of marching on.

 

Bodies where they’ve fallen lie,

You’re held quite still, you cannot cry,

You can’t break down – you’re sure to die,

But there’s pain to marching on.

 

Trudging, fighting, on and on,

Singing, shouting an old war song,

But nothing can stop, or even prolong

The pain of marching on.

 

But even though you can’t help say;

Tomorrow could be my dying day,

And where you fall, you will stay –

You always will march on.

 

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SusieCoreth©AllRightsReserved2017

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