The trenches

I thought of how we spent time together

But I realise this war will last forever.

There are dead bodies around

Which makes it hard to step on the ground.

Life in the trenches is not precious

But the diseases are contagious.

This war forces us to wear soldier's hats

But when we're bored we play with rats.

All the trenches have mud

And all I do is think about all the soft buds.

The mud is so thick

And can make you sick

I knw I never cry

But knowing that I won't reach the sky

Makes me want to sigh

And cry at the same time.

Because of not having baths we stink

Just like the rotten sinks

And we don't have much to drink

Which makes it hard for me to wink.