The trenches are dark and lonely, full of heart shattering memories,
I trample over the losses of soldiers that lay in silence, and streams of human blood,
When the moon is high above, rats scuttle down the trench, nibbling at the soldiers feet, devouring human flesh,
As blood tears down my arms the pain grows worse and worse,
The silence of death brings loneliness to my veins, and fear consumes my hope,
When I dare to look out of the trench, No Man’s Land is in sight,
When I take a closer look, the field is a sea of death,
Sweat slides down my face as bombs drop from the sky,
The explosions make my heart beat as fast as lightening,
As I grip onto my gun, I kneel and say,
“Please God give me luck, erase my fear.”
As the sun rises upon us, a theory is in thought,
What if every soldier that falls to the ground brings a poppy to life….