Lizzie’s War Poem

Muddy trenches, muddy soldiers
No Man’s Land bombed with dead bodies falling
Shells, smoke scary
People dying for their country.
 
Stuck in the mud, not a game, real life
Weak soldiers, no food
Destruction, wreck, calling help
People dying for their country.
 
Exploding, earthquake
Lightning striking
Trenches horrible
People dying for their country.
 
 
 
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