The war started 100 years ago,
Happy families torn apart,
Even teenagers tried to go.
Food, could you even call it that?
I cant imagine how they felt,
Running and running across no man’s land,
Shot after shot penetrated the soldiers,
Thousands of men and boys, dead.
Will they be home for christmas?
Or is this never ending?
Rumbling as the bombs went off,
Lacking in traning; some men were clueless
Dander was everwhere you looked.
Weaving and doging the blood thirsty bullets,
A layer of gas covered the battle field,
Run run run! The bullet hit. Dead