In a bloody trench whose complexes creep
A body of students rise from their sleep

Thunderous guns and sharp fire rages
The ground soaked and frozen halfway with sleet
With gas masks in hand, command arranges
Over the top their enemy to greet

Solemn is the administrator's sigh
With shaking hands the whistle starts to blow
Crying, the teacher turns to ask her why
She bows her head because she does not know

So, gently the teachers hoist their charges
Up over blood and guts and mud and meat
And so hopelessly they made their charges
Falling, they only made it out three feet

Their corpses stacked upon a pointless heap
In a bloody trench dug six feet too deep

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