First year's war collective war poem. WHAT WAR CONSISTS OF.

 

I WEPT ON THIS DIRTY DAY

WHILE THE GERMANS HUNTED THEIR PREY.

IN NO-MAN'S LAND WHAT I SEE IS GORE,

SO MANY BODIES AND ARMOUR ON THE FLOOR.

YOUNG JACK HAS SHELL SHOCK

HASN'T SLEPT IN TEN TURNS OF THE CLOCK.

BEFORE THE WAR I WORKED IN A BANK.

NOW I'M STUCK IN A BIG METAL TANK.

BI-PLANES WHIZZING OVER MY HEAD.

BOMBS ARE DROPPING, EVERYONE IS DEAD.

HEAR THE SOUND OF THE HUGE GATLING GUN

MOWING DOWN PEOPLE AS THEY RUN.

WE KEPT HAVING TO DUCK

SO WE BLEW THEM INTO THE MUCK.

BOMBS ARE EXPLODING,GUNS UNLOADING.

THE WAR IS NON-STOP,IT GAVE ME SHELL SHOCK.

DEAD PEOPLE ALL AROUND,

ONE BY ONE THEY HIT THE GROUND.

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