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
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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Blake Grist 15 January 2023

I knew what the poem was about and the way it was written was in such a way that it seems considered of ow people felt at the time. I think this is in the top 3 of my favourite poems at least!

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Jojo 27 May 2022

I love lynching

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Arjan Arjan 24 March 2023

I completely agree with this take- Arjan Suri (class of 2025)

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Jojo 27 May 2022

Fuck all

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Jojo 27 May 2022


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Arjan Arjan 24 March 2023

I agree-Arjan Suri

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Jojo 27 May 2022

Nigga n

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Arjan Arjan 24 March 2023

I agree with this comment-Arjan Suri

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