The Sonnet Of The Somme by Tom Barnes

When the poppy fields are in their full bloom,
The soldiers are remembered as heroes.
When the temparature drops in a room,
A new presence is there but no one knows.
If those heroes were still alive on this earth,
They would have probably already died.
Old age, murdered, heart attack not near worth,
Of that when them men went to seek not hide.
From deep in a ditch and over barbed wire,
They ran at fast pace to their waiting foes,
Taking aim every minute and then fire,
By then it's all done, and the death bird crows.

Those men most of just sixteen years of age,
Had to fight against men who thrived on rage.