The Noble Thing to Do

A Poem by Kay

This is a poem about World War One and the struggles the soldiers faced.

Parents send their children off to war.
They've been told it's the noble thing to do.
What once were children are not children anymore.
They're soldiers fighting, fighting for their lives.
Their very lives that once knew laughter,
there's no laughter anymore only war.

They spend their day in the trenches.
knee deep in filth watching,waiting,
waiting for death watching for the inevitable.
Those once innocent children now watch
as their best friends are slaughtered.
There's no time morn the war goes on.

Bombs light up the sky like Christmas lights,
polluting the air with thick smoke and the smell of burning flesh.
Gunfire cracks against the night sky.
As another man falls.
In 1914 parents sent their children off to war,
because it was the noble thing to do.
In 1918 some of them got to come home
not as children but as soldiers.