WW1 Poem
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
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WW1 Poem, which
was posted on Feb 3, 2011 by
Fizzleywizzle.
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"A poem that i created which sums up how many troops felt in WW1"
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Mature Themes, Politics
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