Ww2 Poem

Look back on the war All that corruption Caused by a world, A world of destruction All the men Who gave their lives And left their home Their families, their wives Hear the guns Trilling out death And through their helmets All smell is their breath. Into the muddy trenches again Their retreat, their haven With rats running over the dead And flying over head is a lone raven At the crack of dawn The brave soldier awake To the cry of guns Enemies collecting every life they can take They are everywhere All their spies Your friends, your neighbours With evil in their eyes Watch your mouth Watch your back If you do You’ll remain intact No real funeral Only a shallow grave On the battlefield For one so brave And what of the families They left behind To do good For all mankind Eventually we won the war But at what cost? For now we wear a poppy To signify the ones we lost.