I fear we’re, <br />Drowning in the stench, <br />Of freshly rotting flesh, <br />And newly folded uniforms, <br />Even the rats, <br />Flee from the glassy eyes, <br />Of freshly fallen friends, <br />And newly polished boots, <br /> <br />But I tell the men, <br />To keep calm and carry on, <br />Whilst they fill the freshly dug graves, <br />With new invigoration, <br />Even though I’m growing, <br />More exhausted from the fight, <br />I’m fresh out of ideas, <br />For a new way out of this, <br /> <br />I’m going to, <br />Keep calm and carry on, <br />Because my head aches too much, <br />From thinking this over, <br />Every day’s another, <br />Punch to the gut, <br />But I have to, <br />Keep calm and carry on.<br /><br />Bethan Ackerley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/keep-calm-and-carry-on/
