HIS MUM GOT THE BILL FORE HER SONS SHROUD
He were a volunteer in 1916 ,Lied about his age ,
He were just 16 ,
He were tall , big with it ,
So looked older than he were ,
The apple of his widow mums eye ,
His dad he never know , he'd died ,
Killed in the south African war against the bores ,
He told not his mum , he was off to the army ,
Off to the war in France , so she did , could not ,
Stopped her Tommy , even if she know , what he were up ,
He were trained fore a month , how to march , salute ,
How to hold a rifle , what end did the business ,of battle ,
Then off to France , Tommy were sent ,
Three weeks later over the top ,Tommy went ,
Strait in to the guns he walked as ordered ,
It were after all , just cake walk ,
A machine-gun , manned by Frizz , fired , cutting down , Tommy ,
Right across his belly , open him up like a tin of sardines ,
His intrils fell out , like sausages , his hart exposed, still beating ,
Tommy , tried to shove them back in , in to his belly ,
He cryed , out to his mum , as were other mothers sons did ,
MOTHER , MOTHER , MOTHER , oh mother , oh mother ___________,
They were like a male vise coier , chanting '' OH MOTHER , OH MOTHER ,
OH mother oh mother , ___________
Till , death granted the men , yet only boys ,
The Tommy's , began to fall silent ___________ ,
As they were dieing too, a long side Tommy ,
Slowly his life ebbed a way as his hart pumped out his life blood ,
Upon the land at war that was France ,
Slowly , oh so slowly , Tommy , died ,
He were picked up , by two lads wanting off the battlefield ,
Tommy's corpse , carrying it back , saved their life's ,
Tommy corpse were wrap in a blanket , laid in an old trench ,
To lay alongside his chums ,
His mum got a telegram saying '' Your son , Tomas Atkins ,
Had been killed in action '' ,
She shut the curtains as thousands were doing the same ,
Having received the same telegram , all over Britain , And The Empire
A month later , Tommy , old mum , received the bill ,
Fore the blanket her son was buried in
His old mum's despair , in morning , to one of anger
FUCK THEM ALL! , his old mum screamed! '' SENT MY BOY OFF TO DIE IN YOUR WAR '' , '' YET YOU EXPECT ME TO PAY FOR HIS SHROUD! WELL GO FOOK YOUR SELF! , with side with such passion.
Only time he'd heard his mum ever say such words!
T Ken D Williams
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2009-10-18 at 01:12
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