Siegfried Sassoon
Kent / England

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.
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Savita Tyagi 04 December 2020
Marvelous poem. The death of those sensitive young fellow is never on the mind of ambitious, war mongering, and self-centered leaders.
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Dr Antony Theodore 04 December 2020
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. life, disappointment, love, care and lack of meaning for life.
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Your dad 02 February 2021
come home my son
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