In the trenches
War
Digging trenches for us to sleep,
In the dirt at night how we weep,
Rivers around all turned red,
Many of my friends are all dead.
Looking up towards the sky,
Thick with smoke I could cry,
Morning breaks I take a stand,
My cold riffle in my hand.
Marching towards the front line,
Watch the floor don’t step on a mine,
Gun shots ringing in my ears,
Grown men’s eyes filling with tears.
Oh how we miss our wife and kids,
Cannot think of them, circumstance forbids,
Grab my gun and take a shot,
For my friends, spare you did not.
Back to base we hear the command,
In the trench as we hoped and planned,
Tending to the injured and hurt,
Is not too easy in the dirt.
All quiet again as night arrives,
Thinking of how we cherish our lives,
How can we all stay so sane,
Knowing tomorrow we do it all again.
(2014)
