A Dead Man's March

We all would die for honour,
Was said.

We all would be new heroes,
Was told.

Now in no-man's-land we lie,

Only blood, bodies,
Rotten deaths, and why?

For this gives no honour, no pride,
No glory as a hero, no tales known wide.

Only blood, bodies, rotten deaths.

Will this be the new heroes,
In this devil's no-man's-land?

Forgotten will we be,

We, young man on their death march.

And far from home,

We shall be buried beneath white crosses,

Sealed into a white arch.

As Unknown Soldiers.

~Mariëlle Jetten, V3C