The Gas (World War I tribute poem)

Its green sea

It’s blowing towards me

The wind makes waves

This sea kills waves

It’s a pea green sea

 

It’s a pea green fog

It’s blurring my eyes

It’s entering my throat

It’s making me choke

It’s a pea green fog

 

It’s a pea green sea

I must wear a rubber mask

Complete with foul smelling goggles

I have to go swimming with great difficulty

In the pea green sea

 

It’s a pea green fog

My lungs it tries to clog

It’s like burning

From the inside, out

It’s a pea green fog

 

It’s pea green smog

Its victims have been many

Its death and fear

It terrifyingly draws so near

I tried to run, I tried to hide

It’s pea green smog

 

It’s a pea green sea

Its fingers try to catch hold of me

I’m struggling to breathe

I’m praying on my knees, as the world darkens around me

That anyone will save me, from the pea green sea...

The End

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