Those that Fell

Those that Fell

On grassless fields

Never concealed

Men of war count, those that fell

In battle the smell

Dense in the air

Of the dead and wounded that fought with flair

Fallen for a cause dear to hearts

Brothers in arms no longer apart

Blood flows as a morning dew

Looking towards a sky so blue

Young and old matters not

Wounded and dying they lie and rot

Rotting in the futility of war

Fierce and bold

In the morning cold

Took on an army 20000 strong

Fighting for a country, somewhere to belong

The pipers pipe a lamented song

The pipes cry as the tears of the living

Their men and brothers the ultimate giving

Sacrificed on the alter of battle

Herded together as sheep and cattle

Cry not for them for they have gone

And the women sit and weep all alone

The country now free for those brave souls

At Bannockburn they did achieve their goal

As Wallace slides soulfully into history

The mans an enigma cloaked in mystery