Fear engulfs my whole body
The pain of missing my family suffocates me,
Wishing I was still young throwing a paddy,
My minds full, a condemned man wanting to break free.

Reaching on for miles and miles our awful homes they call the trenches.
Bleak, damp, gnawing cold, flea infested and bare.
My nostrils are taken over by the revolting stenches.
Nothing can help us here, we can only confide in prayer.

Enemy lines stand silent but knowing,
Any movement is secretly watched.
Disaster deliver shells kept incessantly throwing
The constant trauma in your mind kept lodged.

Gunshots and cries of pain echo through, torturing my ears.
Injuries everywhere hundreds of bodies littered.
Men turned to murderers. Who are the real heroes here?
Charging through the mud everyone even more pitted.

Everything lays soundless suddenly.
Men on both sides suffering the same grief.
Terror of painful battle lingers in the icy cold air noticeably
No man’s land stays empty now nothing but the occasional leaf.