The Terrible War

Walking through sludge,
Feeling like death,
Eyes filled with tears,
I didn't want to be here.

My best mate trapped in no man's land,
Crying for help.
I wanted to save him,
I loved him a lot,
But enough to get shot?

In the trenches,
Shells pelting down,
Gun shots overhead,
I wanted the safety of my bed,
But here I was,
In a living nightmare,
This wasn't fair.
No-one should go through this,
War is vile.

Simon Morphet