This insightful poem shows that young people are still mindful of the sacrifices of the past

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.



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