Soldiers in trenches
Hear cry ‘Gas coming'
Fearfully pull on gas masks
As billowing yellow green cloud
Sweeps in from no-man's land
Flooding trenches engulfing them.
Gassed, burning throat
Eyes, agony going blind,
Lungs afire, struggling for breathe
Fluid building with risk of drowning.
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