Scared soldiers to war.
Starting in 1914,
Sandbags up above.
The First World War had started.

Barbed wire all around.
They’re sleeping on the cold ground,
Scared to make a sound.
Rats creeping in the dug-out.

Wet soldiers marching,
No-mans-land full with battle,
Bad feet from the mud.
Wondering if peace will come,
Poppies are wilting

A periscope in the tree,
How long will this be?
Now it is almost over,
Who has won the war…