A War Poem
Struggling to find my feet
I push myself up
Exhausted, drained, dead on my feet,
We got no sleep in the sludge pit.
We leave the field to reach safety
Stumbling over dead men and horses.
Flares and shells whistle past me
I can't move with speed
I only have one boot my other foot
Is blistered and bruised.
“GAS MASKS ON!!!”
We struggle to fix the quire things to our faces
There is one man who fails to fix his mask
He coughs and chokes while
His lungs fill with water
I watch helpless as he dies.
I struggle to see through the pea green gas
Bullets still whistling past.
Think how you, yourself would
Feel if you had witness this scene
As he's flung in to the wagon
to try to reach safety.
Just imagine how I felt when I heard him
choke and cough his life away!
People say they died in glory for their country
The people lie!!
Message Posted By: Bruce Hall U8
Date Posted: 10-12-2005
