WWI
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I must stay quiet
I must stay still
To avoid the enemy's gaze
I must stay here
and wait in fear
In a dusty, bullet-filled haze
I have my knife
ready to fight
I.
Heavens flicker and take fire.
The Earth takes its final breath
Trembling, Stained, Defiled.
Dreams gained with certain loss
To make a boy a soldier
Give him a uniform and gun.
Tell him living is a sin,
And to curse the wise who run.
Pressed against the cold metal
The pressure outside is mounting
Turning the rudder with the pedal
The torpedo is away and we are counting
Scouring the Atlantic in our U-Boat
Someone once said that hell is fire,
Suffering eternal torment in burning heat.
I’d like to contradict that liar,
Tell him what really has the soldiers beat.
The Hike:
The sun is shining, but your sight is bleak.
Stepping over stiff’s, as if they are a pieces of dog crap on the side of the shallow creek.
