Its so lonely here
with only few friends
every night i shed a tear
while i sit in this trench
the smells so vile
poison everywhere
i only breath once in a while
its not as anyone even cares
were out in the mud and dirt everyday
pains all over aches on me
never knowing if I'll be okay
i wish my loved one's i could see
i want to tell them i love them
i thought of every way
i would write this poem
to remind them every day
men have died in the Field
heads flying
no defence no shield
so many dying
commands from the higher officer
men on there heels
every sentence ends with sir
out here in the battle Fields
not much food to get by
i miss my home miss my family
even thought every day i try
i end up on one knee
the pain is endless
i sometimes can't stand
many become emotionless
and all this over a silly Peace of land
out in the trenches is where we'll all rest
I'll miss my friends and my family
this all happened because we had to protest
all because we felt prod to die for king and country
