Trench warfare

Princess Margaret student's poem about the horrors of war

Inside the mother country, tension stirs, Nationalism lives, they’re hatred burns.

Enemy aliens are mistreated, All citizens are misleaded. Propaganda at its finest, Every voice has been silenced.

Death occurring at every turn, Most unfounded from being burned. Profiteering soldiers to save their money, Dangerous rats the size of a bunny.

Cardboard soles put on their feet, Gangrene was their defeat. Internment camp, yes there they go, Off to trudge in mud and snow.

Duckboards built for sanitation, Don’t wanna fight? Incarceration. Machine guns, submarines, rifles and more, They’ve already built your burial floor.

You come back, you’re scared and you shake, They tell you your fine “for goodness sake”. You think back to it all, You sat back and watched Steve fall.

Fifty years later the sound of a bomb, Wakes you from your dreams, but your home, stay calm.

You think of the sand bags piled high on the walls, You survived trench warfare, your tear finally falls.

Only one race with so much anger, Now we know. Stop the danger!

No mans land was in between, Some killed at only fifteen. This mad brute, known as the Germans, According to them, we were the vermin.

Militarism was all that was found, Pieces of bodies still lay on the ground. Artillery was all that mattered, All our hearts still stay shattered.

Until this day we remember those soldiers, So brave and so still under their boulders.

They’re faces stay grave but we still know them, And on the field, they’re blood still flows, With the poppies row on row.

Kassidy Turner, Grade 11

 

Princess Margaret Secondary