I wrote this poem `The Carrion Crow` to describe in my own words the futility and the stupidity of mankind in the needless slaughter of our young men in the First World War.
The carrion crow is bursting
Thanks to the young men from Lancashire
Gangrenous innards adorning the French valley
Mrs Utterbridge at home in Blighty is hungry
But the carrion crow is sated
Her boy Alec 16 years old went to change the world
Beauty and innocence violently raped into the mud
By a German shell made in Berlin
The maker Mrs Shultz is hungry
Her boy Anton isnt
He isnt anything anymore
But the carrion crow is replete
Eating Alecs feet.
© Mack (RG )"Every day feels like the day of a funeral"
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