WW1 Poem

A poem that i created which sums up how many troops felt in WW1

Many dark nights in the trenches,

Which give off terrible stenches,

Life is tough and I've had enough,

But I'm doing this for my country.

Light is such a rare sight,

I only see it preparing to fight,

There's nowhere to run and I have no fun,

But I'm doing this for my country.

In the trenches are many mice,

Which are much worse than lice,

Only time will tell, if I go to hell,

But I'm doing this for my country.

The trenches go down a yard,

And the digging was terribly hard,

The wasteland is still and I don't want to kill,

But I'm doing this for my country

The End

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