Men Fighting Men

WWI poem.

We stand in line,

The last left alive

At the end of the world

We’re the last to survive


All around us is carnage

The earth torn and shredded

Now blood stains the ground

Where flowers once bedded


Though all’s hushed and silent

Inside, we’re still screaming

We envy our fallen

And the dreams they are dreaming


Inside of my head

I can hear battle cries

Made to lift up men’s spirits

‘Fore each one of them dies


But there is no cry here,

No voice in the night

Naught to remind us we are men fighting men – no


It’s monsters we fight 

The End

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