Muddy, rat , infested trenches
So dark and so deep.
A ready-made grave
For a premature sleep!

Oh, how I loathe these trenches
The killing day after day,
The slaughter of human life
To die in such a terribble way!

In these trenches we call graves
No man should ever be.
Why can't we all live in peace,
love and harmony?

So, soldiers lay down your weapons
Shake hands and walk away.
Return to your homeland
and from peace never stray!
 

By: Yvonne Legge