They got the men <br />That cannot sleep <br />At night each side <br />They're much too deep <br />Blood red <br />Eyes losing sight <br />Exploding mines <br />Oh, they just might <br />Mix the sticks <br />Of dynamite <br />Black or white <br />Is this our fight? <br />Come on courage <br />Let's be heard <br />Turn the feelings <br />Into words <br />Flanders fields <br />Always been sour <br />The poppy blossoms <br />Had to be devoured <br />No killing quenches <br />The rain, it drenches <br />Get me out of these <br />Mud-bogged trenches <br /> <br />My fight is not with Germany <br />Is not what it ought to be <br />To those behind this hollow tree <br />Emotions burn below the knee <br /> <br />Blackest anger <br />Whitest fear <br />We hear and see <br />The public enemy <br />Vicious politician <br />Doin' somethin' <br />For his own ambition <br />Never touch <br />The sound we make <br />They discard now <br />Vows that we take <br />Broke my fourth finger <br />Still I can't forget <br />'Cause the misery lingers <br />Sitting in the grip <br />Of a killing fist <br />Giving up blood <br />Just to exist <br />Agony is not my friend <br />I'll snap before I bend <br />All I see is insanity <br />All I need is to meet my end <br />No killing quenches <br />The rain, it drenches <br />Get me out of these <br />Mud-bogged trenches <br /> <br />My fight is not with Germany <br />Is not what it ought to be <br />To those behind this hollow tree <br />Emotions burn below the knee<br /><br />Mason Maestro<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trench-2/
