Sunday, 23 May 2021

POEM FROM THE TRENCHES

 
 

War poem


Trench I don’t know how to call you

you protect us from the fire

but I also hate you.

 

Without you we die 

with you we die

only a small part survives thanks to you.

 

You give us the illusion of life

but we know that we will die

With no War no Trench and no DEATH.


Riccardo Carlin


 

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