StevenS2007

As i lay in my trench i think about my old park bench As the shells crash down i think about my son Robert Brown As the machine guns chatter i think of my journey over the ladder As The gas leaks out i start to wonder about what this wars about As i go over the top i see more and more bodies drop As i sit in no mans land I think about my old marching band As i crouch in a crater i wonder if ill be alive later As the bullets fly over me i pray one doesnt hit me As my friends call for their mothers i love them like brothers As the germans charge at me i want to flee What will this war acomplish will i be alive to find out War, what is it good for absolutly nothing