Siegfried Sassoon

(1886 - 1967 / Kent / England)

Suicide In The Trenches - Poem by Siegfried Sassoon

I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.

In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.


Comments about Suicide In The Trenches by Siegfried Sassoon

  • Rookie - 48 Points Liam Taylor (3/4/2015 7:20:00 AM)

    10 out of 10, would read again: D (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 299 Points Adeline Foster (9/17/2011 12:30:00 PM)

    Yes, a lovely poem with a world of meaning and empathy.
    Read mine -The Bloom of Youth -
    Adeline (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Luke Timms (10/11/2010 7:24:00 AM)

    my favouite poem of all time (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Amy Elizabeth (11/18/2006 8:52:00 PM)

    this is a beautiful poem... very moving
    and truthfully raw...if that makes any sense at all (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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