Mud is as common as a bullet
Men are as few as food
Officers are telling us to cool it but how can i when there my friend once stood
Out on the field some men bailed,
Facing the firing squad they looked pale,
We need to beat the Hun, then everything will be done
Boom! Blasts a bomb,
That was my friends last song,
Blood is all around,
As my comrades fall to the ground
Im now in a field of white crosses,
Remembering all the losses,
All of them where brave,
I just wish they could have been saved
Megan wilmot
Mwilmot673.
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World of war
PoetryThis is not all my poems. only one of them is. A poem about the war that was written for war of words poetry competition Hope you like it