the view of the soldier

this poem talks about a soldiers encounters during the first world war.

Every day at war people are dying

Back at home all you can hear are mothers crying

All these men shot up one by one like pins

I can’t believe people are dying to win

All you can smell are the rotting dead

I wish I was home sleeping and relaxing in bed

At night all I hear is a loud earth shaking BANG

These enemies that I face are like a giant gang

We approach the enemies one by one

I just wish the war was just done

Today when I was in the trench I got shot

While I was dying on the ground I had a thought

Was I really going to lay here and die in Rome?

After I awoken the doctors told me I was finally going home

We are angels fighting in hell

Finally the war is over and everything’s well

Author's Note

ignore grammar mistakes