Name engraved on marble stone
Far from where lay my scattered bones.
Cold stone for all to see,
Colder mud embraces me.
Seeping oozing slimy mud,
Mired through with my blood.
Tendrils of gas lungs to sear,
As life traces slow disappear.
Cordite's stink still in the air,
Splinters of steel limbs impair.
Is this the glory of service given?
In hungry mud, flesh all riven.
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Sands scouring charred bones,
Identity lost beneath scattered stones.
An end too soon for life's brief span,
Dead at the whim of another man.
Can the statesmen, if any there be,
Truly claim to honour me?
Fighting they said for the right
May Allah take pity this dark night.
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