by

Pauline Street

Look at the ground where the children play
Where the song birds sing
And the cattle graze

Look at the mud and the skeleton trees
With the smell of death
On the morning breeze

Listen to the church bells on the hill
Where a soft wind blows
And the peace is still

Listen for the crump of the enemy shells
And the snipers bullets
And the dying's yells

Look for the mark where the trench used to be
Where the wild flowers grow
And the birds fly free

Look for the signal to start the attack
with a mass of bodies
And no turning back

This is the place where I must be
And so must my friends
The enemy