Filthy with mud, dripping with sweat
these narrow ditches are not what suit them best
Chilled to the bone, with hearts of stone
They desperately crave some rest

They ache for their family and home
they feel so alone
They want to leave, but they’re trapped in this horrific warzone
so they can only hope their loved ones are safe

They are hidden in a never-ending ditch
the sights are so traumatising
They couldn’t have been conjured by a witch
It was so dirty, disease-ridden and dramatic

They had less soldiers day by day
there was always blood splattered on their face
Thousands of graves to lay
for us to pay our respects to today