In Memory of a Bayonet Charge


Machine guns mowed the slopes with death

In angry bursts which spelled defeat

And blasted by that hated breath

They fall as hail cuts down the wheat

Still stubbornly they press the strife

For well they know their cause is just

They fight for things more dear than life

The rights of men are in their trust

Upwards inch by inch they toil

For die they may but win they must


Now from their steel the foe recoil

Butt Thrust Parry and Thrust

And suddenly they have won their ground

A transient triumph all too fleet

But glory has a hollow sound

That charge with victory complete

Became their haven seldom found

In the bitter bread of self-defeat


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