Suicide In The Trenches Poem by Siegfried Sassoon

Suicide In The Trenches

Rating: 4.4


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.

Suicide In The Trenches
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Adeline Foster 17 September 2011

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

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Aaron 11 January 2022

Go read with some ????

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Amy Elizabeth 18 November 2006

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

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Luke Timms 11 October 2010

my favouite poem of all time

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Liam Taylor 04 March 2015

10 out of 10, would read again: D

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Jojo 27 May 2022

I love lynching

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Jojo 27 May 2022

Fuck all

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Jojo 27 May 2022

Nigga

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Jojo 27 May 2022

Nigga n

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Jojo 27 May 2022

Nigga

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