Two Soldiers

                                                                             TWO SOLDIERS

In the corner of the trenches

Sits a soldier all wet and forlorn

Looking at his sweethearts photo

And his child who's just been born

Sick of gas and bullets

Whistling as they fly over head

Wishing he was back at home

In his warm and cosy bed

The stench of rotten corpses

Hangs thickly in the air

Those who died following pointless orders

From those who didn't care

Wearing a soaking uniform

Filled with mud and lice

He dreams of a roast beef and pudding

That would taste so nice

Waiting for the order

To send him bravely over the top

Regretting the day he signed up

Just hoping the war would stop

100 metres is a German trench

With a soldier all wet and forlorn

Looking at his sweethearts picture

And his child who's just been born