A night in the trenches


I don’t want to die
Alone, with terrible pictures in my head
Today, in the trenches, I didn’t see
The flight of larks, in the sky.
And in the dark, I cry!
I can just see, on my hands, the blood of my enemy.
I can just hear
The song of the dead!
Yesterday, I had a friend
Who had two children
But for him, for this soldier, there is no hope, no joy, no life left!
He is dead, in the mud, under the sound of guns.
I’m going to die
Alone, with terrible pictures in my head.
My name is Sam:
I’m a soldier, not a man.
Alban.

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