The death of men

By Soham.M.P

Whence their hands did gas the earth
from which men did see rebirth
A legion of those thought dead
now march the lands with vengeful head
As they coughed up blood and bits of lung
blanketed in the air, chlorine hung
With crimson stained cloth draped across their face
they swore to advance to the German base
The kaiser's troops with confusion and fear
scattered as the dead men drew near
They attack with fury of those possessed 
with none to lose and all to get
Yet both are pawns on Europe’s board
as larger battles raged and roared
And though with futile cause they fought
valour stayed with them for every shot
But when those revered are revered again
forget not the attack of the dead men

Soham.M.P is a poet who focuses on the f historical conflict and the human cost of military objectives. Drawing inspiration from 20th-century history, they aim to bring forgotten stories to light through rhythmic and formal verse.