War poem x

                                                            Entrenched.  (written by a 14 year old)
Trembling down in a tench, thinking of nothing but home,
Above I hear a roar, another mine has blown.
There is no turning back then battle must go on,
Nonetheless it seems to me all meaningless and wrong.

As if one shot from me, will help the war at all,
My task is to go over the top and fire and then to fall
Of course I love my country, but I'm too young to die.
Echoing all around I hear the bitter battle cry.

I wish I hadn't come, I wish I wasn't here,
But it is far too late, and I'm overcome with fear.
I once felt so proud that I was going to fight,
But how can man have pride, after seeing this harrowing sight.

I long for freedom, and yet more for peace,
The day when this endless war will cease.
But for now I value every given breath,
For the time draws near when I shall meet my certain death.


-14 year old boy.