They Died at Belleau

Toward the guns they ran

All patriots to the last man

Dying as a million bullets flew

Fighting in the woods of Belleau

A century ago, the great war

They came to fight from afar

Inconvenienced in a great way

1800 died in the woods that day

Yet today’s leader wouldn’t face the rain

So, he sent others to salute without shame

An inconvenient 100-mile motorcade

To lay a wreath for those still there today