Cordial Thanks to the Late Archduke Franz Ferdinand

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
WWI through the eyes of a soldier behind the lines in the trenches-- of course, many thanks to Archduke Ferdinand.

Submitted: April 06, 2009

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It is a lonely life,

this soldier's life,

these bloody deeds and far away eyes.

I miss the clouds

and the sun and the stars,

my eyes are full of tear gas like the skies.

I write these letters in the trenches

with a shaking hand

as the grenades fall from above.

My soul blows away,

the bullets fall,

I dream, but what's a dream of?

A bomb falls,

my friends cry,

cry their eyes down their cheeks.

We've been here in the trenches

with death, rats, mud,

a stalemate for months or weeks?

All I know

is what I know

and that's that this war is hell.


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