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In the trenches – a poem

WWI trenches

In the trenches

Reloading our rifles
In the sludge-filled trenches
Our hearts racing.
When will our war end?

Shells drop from the sky
Nerves shatter and feet turn black
Disoriented and weak,
When will our war end?

Crimson dye leaks from our wounds
And trickles down onto the corpses below us
My vision, fading to darkness.
When will our war end?

Fumbling to pull our helmets on
As a green sea floods the trench
Eyes shut, I wait for the impact.
When will our war end?

Chocking and drowning
I plummet to the ground
And watch as my friends stare hopelessly.
My war has ended…

By my son, aged 10

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