Do you know how it feels
To help your friend to die?
To see them choke in thick, green gas,
As your life goes by?
It would be over by
Christmas they said,
But that was just a lie.
Just like the one where they said we’d be home one day.
But really we’re going to die.
Every day I hear the sound of death,
I’m doing it for my country! I cry!
I try to believe I will survive this hell,
For my children to have a life.
‘Hate the enemy!’ they say,
Like they have no soul,
Expecting us to kill fellow men.
For what others have done wrong.
One day, I will go over the top.
Not being able to see what’s ahead.
Not just in No Man’s Land, but in life as well,
My mind just full of dread.
So, until the end of this dreadful war,
No, forever in fact,
Remember all those people,
Who for your tomorrow
Gave their today.
Jack Pellowe/Year 9/Redruth School