Trenches deep and full of mud
Full of bodies and crud
A voice cries out over the top
That’s were so many men did drop
Looking into no mans land
It was not a sight I could stand
Fellow soldiers laying there
Some screaming out in despair
Battle tore’n ripped up ground
When the guns did stop not a sound
The great war that what they say
Nothing here was great that day
Groups of men all tucked down
In this muddy hole in the ground
Thinking of sweethearts far away
And the hope they will survive an other day
01 11 2010
Chellaston
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem