Thousands of rats, scurrying across the floor,
is nothing compared to the bangs outside the door.
Lice biscuits for tea tonight, eating in darkness
without a light.
Six and a half pence a day,
not enough to avoid drinking water out of a drain.
I don’t want to go, it’s suicide out there.
We didn’t start this war – this isn’t fair.
Maggie, my favourite horse
now just blood and bones, thanks to King George.
Just like my mate, Freddie Young
He joined his parents, thanks to a German machine gun.
Stood in the barrel of a rifle, the scariest part.
No time to say goodbye, or tell your family,
you love them with all your heart.