Cordial Thanks to the Late Archduke Franz Ferdinand
Poem by: SRDarling
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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