Down in the trenches it's an awful place to be <br />You never quite know, what your gunna see <br />Down in the trenches with the tommy boys <br />With the deafening silence that makes no noise <br />Down in the trenches we're all good mates <br />Down in the trenches we all have different fates <br /> <br />Down in the trenches eyes burning bright <br />Pain glowing from the sockets, mustard gas poor mites <br />Down in the trenches in stagnant water feet swell <br />Putrified flesh that starts to smell <br />Down in the trenches wearing my gas mask <br />The bombs above go bang, flash, flash <br />Down in the trenches sipping my rum <br />Down here it's awfully glum <br />Out of the trenches charging full pace <br />All I see is lifeless bodies all over the place <br /> <br />I'm hit I'm hit the light is starting to fade <br />In the mud I have laid <br />As I lay with the fallen <br />Conrads by my side <br />I shall die with pride <br />Donec finem pugnabit (till the end we will fight)<br /><br />Beth White<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/down-in-the-trenches/
