I lay cold
and still
and think of my life
my present and past
my children and wife
the rations are low
the air is bitter
my clothes and boots
get wetter and wetter
The frontline
is near
the bombs are loud
I fight for my country
my people are proud
we are all running fast
I must keep low
we get out in the open
with no where to go
Oh no I've been shot
my life has now gone
what is this about
it's about World War One.
Drift
5th January 2003