The Glorious Dead



The guilty live with the shame of the silent dead.

All around the thunderous guns blew earth to hell
And the bullets tore the souls from the hearts of men
The heroes died, massacred, row upon row they fell
and for a cause that’s not so glorious now, or then.

Over those silent battlefields the skylarks hover high
above the swaying waves of blood red poppy flowers
and on the hour when sanity returned they heaved a sigh
and still they sing for all mankind that madness may devour.

5 responses to “The Glorious Dead

  1. Excellent. I agree very much with the above commenters. It’s moving and that line stands out for its clarity.


  2. Your glorious poem perfectly interprets the glorious picture.

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  3. Very moving James.

    Liked by 2 people

  4. “…and for a cause that’s not’s so glorious now, or then” – a fantastic line that sums up the futility of so many bloodstained periods of history. Very moving piece James – thanks for sharing it.

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