Wet earth


When the blood discharged to the soldiers’ faces,
I knew that they knew.
The battle was going to start,
And the only weapons were the truth.

They knew the red spots on the ground
Weren’t poppies under the sun
Which made them blind.
It was the noise of guns
Which made them deaf.

In darkening weather, cries resounded.
They just looked at
Death approaching and
The silence became loud.

But all of that, I couldn’t see.
All of that violence, I couldn’t hear.
For two months, there had been only wet earth,
Because war had caught me in trenches.

I can’t succeed in going out,
I represent youth and citizens.
I represent solidarity and knowledge.
My name is Peace.

Léa Tijsseling

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