Damage In Somme Poem by Melikhaya Zagagana

Damage In Somme



Their soaky feet were stuck in army boots with sad faces.
Homesickness behind muddy trenches and sand bags.
Sons of rich patrons groaned in vicious famine.
How cheap can a soldier lose a life for a lack of bread and milk.
Frost acting swiftly towards finger tips.
Their worn out letters were in pain, tears and regrets.
How they missed their childhood lives than dying in a senseless battle.
Somme has never been the same again, with so much history of blood shed.
Is it now a monument or a field of rusty amunition with thousands of warsman underneath?

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