Suicide In The Trenches Poem by Siegfried Sassoon
Suicide In The Trenches
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.
this is a beautiful poem... very moving and truthfully raw...if that makes any sense at all
This who hate gays are gay themselves. You all should count your lucky stars that men like me fought your wars for you. I think of suicide everyday And you make these comments. There is no god so get used to that
War changes everything. There are few days where I don't think about suicide
I have to do this for my english assesment. It makes me want to grab my teacher by his balls and nut on his bald forehead
This is a poignant and now timely piece considering the ongoing slaughter in Gaza and Ukraine. Whatever has happened to concerted PEACEFUL RESISTANCE!
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9/21/2024 11:26:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes, a lovely poem with a world of meaning and empathy. Read mine -The Bloom of Youth - Adeline
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