Trenches of WW1
As we sit in the trench
We can smell the stench
The mustard gas takes flight
We're terrified of the sight
Who came up with this terrible thing
What more will this war have to bring
As we hide in fear, we watch and stare
At the look of our comrades in despair
Some of their in sides start to rot
All that comes to mind is just one thought
Why did we choose to do this
These terrible sights
They give us all frights
We want to stop fighting
But we can't give up yet
Until this war is won, our minds will stay set
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