It’ll All Be Over By Christmas
How could a foreign murder lead to this?
Millions of citizens leaving with a last kiss
To fight for their country ‘and do their part’
To leave and break their families’ heart
Well, at least it’ll be over by Christmas
From the young to men retired,
All those suitable were required
To go overseas, and fight as planned,
Just because someone trod on an ally’s land
It's a palaver, but they’ll be back for Christmas
The soldiers find war is not as advertised
Their trenches are musty and their rations deprived,
But when battle breaks out on the muddy field
Their bloody, tragic fate is sealed
Such loss is sad, but it will end by Christmas, won’t it?
Months of conflict pass, and more die each day
No matter their age or what they had to say
And when winter bites, it is worse than ever
And despite the best of the countries’ endeavours
It wasn’t all over by Christmas
When the new year comes around, spirits are low
Many freeze in trenches under the thick snow
Yet despite this, a glimmer of hope glows,
As upon fields raged with battle and blows,
A small red poppy begins to glow