Poetry from the front

The mortars drop from down above

My comrades and I fear for our lives

For it is our lives that are being staked

Our lives which are put in death’s way

And to us not a single say

The leaders tell us go and be proud

I am not proud of what I have done

Taken the lives of men I do not know

Could have been my friend

now he is just a lost soul

Some one please get me out of this hole

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