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We waitedall day
Sitting in a muddy trench
I think.it's safe to say
We're not winning against the French

My mind drifts into space
My smile turns to a frown
A bomb hits our base
They all fall down

I pick myself up from the serious blast
To see soldiers lying on the ground
From that moment, I knew life wouldn’t last
For there were no medics around

I think about my friends, and their last seconds of life
Jim lay still in the mud looking as if in extreme pain
I think about the reaction I will get when I tell his wife
The thought washed away like Jim’s blood in the rain

I can’t hear a thing
I wish the bombs would cease
If people could see what I’ve seen
They would immediately want peace

Things seem blurry and my memory is lost
The smell of burnt blood is more than I can bear
The price for peace is an unknown cost
Seeing my friends die seems quite unfair

Why can’t conflict end?
Why must we suffer in order to win?
How much more life do we have to spend?
If peace is coming, tell me when...

January 26, 1917
“The Two World Wars came in part, like much modern literature
and art, because men , whose nature is to tire of
everything in turn, ...tired of commonsense and civilization.”
- F.L. Lucas