the view of the caretaker

This poem that i created talks about a caretaker that has seen what the war did to soldiers in the first World War.

Today I saw a man with a shredded up leg

All I can hear the soldier say is I don’t want a bloody peg

I asked the soldier in this war what is there to gain?

He said for our freedom you must endure this glorious pain

I didn’t get it these men are fighting till they are dead

I wish these soldiers’ deaths were painless like a bullet through the head

The ground screams in pain as it is covered by the fallen fighter’s blood

It is hard to tell who the fallen soldier was because of the mud

These men that fight for us look like they are coming back from hell

These men with their high hopes won’t accept they finally fell

The enemies are like monsters prowling at night

But I know after this dark war there is going to be light

Finally after four gruesome years the war is done

At the end the casualties were high and no side even won

Even though the war is finally over I always weep

At the same time I can finally get some sleep  

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems