Trenches.
The flames of the artillery light the pale sky,
Soldiers forced to run into death head on,
The ruthless Machine Guns and Sniper Fire,
Another ten thousand men for the funeral Pyre.
Men praying for death,
Prayers soon answered by an uncaring God.
The gas, more deadly than any bomb,
burned the eyes, and the lungs...
When the whistle blows, men rush to death.
As the bodies pile up,
The generals drink to a victory that was not won.
Death and Chaos for miles,
All that I can see are the bodie piles...
The screams of the wounded
Silenced by machine guns.
Friends, cousins, Brothers.
Together they fought evil,
Together they died.
Together,
They won.
Lest we forget.
-Sean
