• This is War...

    You lay in the trench
    Awaiting your commands.
    Your heart is racing, your palms sweating
    You feel nervous
    You feel sick to the stomach,
    And cold to the bone.

    At last you get the command
    “Go, go, go!”
    You leap from the trench
    With gun in hand
    And bullets whiz past.
    Your heart is pounds in your ears.
    You see your first target,
    Aim and pull the trigger.
    You hear a comrade cry
    “Grenade! Grenade!”
    You look down in terror,
    But it is too late.
    The dirt flies up
    The Earth in your eyes.
    You fall to the ground.

    You are alive for now,
    Which soon you will regret.

    You awaken hours later,
    A face full of dirt.
    The air smells of gun powder
    The air reeks of death.
    The battle is over,
    Your side has lost.

    You look to the left
    You look to the right
    Everywhere you look,
    The fallen lay dead.
    The ground littered with bullets,
    The Earth soaked with blood.
    Your comrades lay in puddles
    With limbs shot away.
    Your friends lay butchered
    To rot and decay.

    These are sights to forever haunt.
    This war is one that will never be forgot…