Another Round

After reading a book and doing some research on the great war, also known as WWI, my master offers the following original poem.

Another Round

A Reflection On The Great War 1914-1918 AD

A soft rain fell

As we walked into hell

On that cold November morning.

Where machine gun bullets and artillery blasts

Tore the flesh from our bones

Men by the score died without warning.

The wounded lay where they fell

For how long no one could tell

Some died of their wounds in a ditch.

Night came at last

A welcomed end to the blast

To the enemy positions the dead pointed the way.

They died bravely they say

They died every day

In four years the dead numbered nine million.

Wars are fought over tin

The love of a woman

Philosophy and resources.

We will do this again

It's as common as wind

So shall we begin another?

Sherman Lackey

That sums up our thoughts.

Egor