WWII

This poem requires special attention to the last two lines, see if you can work out what I mean.

We're exhausted

We're wounded

With no hope now

Just gotta stay alive

We'll do anything to survive

We have to keep on fighting

Even if we can't go on anymore

Even if all of us are sore.

There's nothing left to fight for

We're on our own

Every man for himself

In sickness or in health.

So many men have died before

Loads more will die in this sad war.

We're bloody

We're muddy

And waiting, just waiting

Fighting and hating

Who will be the next to go

Who's name no one will even know.

The End

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