The sound of bullets roared,
A peace, could not be restored,
An imaginary dice,
Decides if you pay the price,
An agonising fate,
Below the storm clouds of hate,
The sea redder than the poppies,
Overlooks the fallen jockeys,
An bombardment of rogue waves,
Underlooks the wicked devils raves,
The shells showered the land,
Into the bloodstained sand,
Where the seagulls mock,
Over the sunbaked rock,
Warships engulfed in fire
Surrounded by barbed wire
An atmosphere of smoke,
Coverers the land with a foggy cloke,