MMcGrath


 * World War I Poem**

Gunshots ring in my ear The gas grenades make me tear Artillery firing makes loud noise Being in this war was no soldier's choice Clouds of smoke rise to the air Enemy taunts cause quite a scare The trench stinks, the rats bite Never can sleep because of the fight There's no food, nothing to eat To have survived this long is quite a feat Bodies fall, cluttering the ground It's doubtful that peace will ever be found Blood spills onto the dirt The gas burns, it really hurts Want to go home, don't want to die The thought of perishing makes me cry Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide No comfort at all, we're forced outside Death is creeping towards us all Who sent us here, who made the call It's not our fault to fight this war To suffer these wounds and open sores Fighting others when it is the war we should fight To make sure all violence is out of sight