This insightful poem shows that young people are still mindful of the sacrifices of the past
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Trench Stench by Gregor Mitchell, Aged 10
I hide behind the steel barbed wire,
As enemy soldiers kill and fire.
The soldiers hair is filled with lice,
While their boots are home to mice.
I crawl and ache and moan and groan,
As I sit in the trenches all alone.
Bullets fly above my head,
As mud splatters the bodies of the dead.
All my body feels is pain,
As I sit there in the rain.
I taste the bitterness of blood,
As the trenches start to flood.
The trenches are so very cruel,
The graveyards are now almost full.
I suggest you take the good advice,
To respect the soldiers' sacrifice.