God Help Us!

• Presley Grace, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2011

It's cold, dark and lonely out here,
Not much food but loads of fear.
Bullets from guns whizz right past our eyes
Suffering from disease, the young man cries!
Pain is approaching, back-breaking it will be
How will we fight? Well it's time to see.
These fields are where golden dreams turn grey
Where we stand, we see dead men lay!
The days are endless, Death at full pelt
Sick to the stomach,oh that's how we felt,
The tears from our eyes, oh they never end,
Whenever we pray for an injured friend.
Night and day we sit in our trench
Putting up with the horrific stench!
All we could hear were rifles rattle,
And soldiers crying over this horrid battle.
The fear of young men hung in the air
Leaving us with frightening despair.
Being a soldier of courage was a must
But we needed a miracle...God help us!