BLOODSHED IN WAR

Arriving in the army,

Some may call us barmy,

But we have got no choice,

Hearing the dreaded voice cry

‘War!’

Nurses rushing to and fro,

They are always on the go,

For such heartless shooting, bombing, firing,

Leaves us all weak and tiring.

Hear the voice cry ‘War!’

Huddling in our trenches deep,

The brave alone take a peep.

Hungry, cold, shaking with fear,

We hear the enemy’s guns draw near.

That voice is ringing in the air, ‘War!’

A soldier is struck,

Down he goes,

But does anyone care?

Nobody knows.

Again and again, ‘War!’

Now we are leaving, homeward bound,

Though many bodies lie on the ground.

So many lives, lost through greed,

It really is what we do not need.

So the next time you hear the dreaded word ‘war’,

Make sure that you think of us,

Just a little bit more.

War!