Most were boys
Some were men
All were proud
--
Together they dig the trench
Deep and cold
It stretches down to hell.
What is the point?
--
The meek brave boy
Takes control of the machine gun
Firing through barren land.
Is there anybody there?
--
"Over the top!"
A cry rang out
The soilders climbed the ladders
Over the top to no mans land
--
Soldiers charged the enemy
Marching through corpses
Tripping over barbed wire
Stepping on mines
--
Reaching the end
Only to be shot down
Dying for their country
Dying a futile death
--
They were young
They were Boys
from Britain, Belgium, France, and America
All were proud
WWI
A random poem I wrote about WWIDid you like this poem? Write one of your own!
