Tuesday, 1 November 2011

Suicide in the Trenches





I knew a simple soldier boy.....

Who grinned at life in empty joy,

Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,

And whistled early with the lark.



In winter trenches, cowed and glum,

With crumps and lice and lack of rum,

He put a bullet through his brain.

And no one spoke of him again.



You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye

Who cheer when soldier lads march by,

Sneak home and pray you'll never know

The hell where youth and laughter go.







By Siegfried Sassoon


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2 comments:

Rosie said...

Brilliant poem, brilliant poet. i wish I could draw that.

Russell 'C.J.' Duffy said...

Rosie>>>I wish I could write like that.