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Most poetry depicts the war in a very bad way. Many tell of the living conditions and how they felt. __The Trenches of Hell__ by Becca Tell of living conditions in trenches. (see below) The trenches she describes are not very pleasant. The cold, Its wet, sleepless nights, People dying. __For the Soldiers__ by Andy Also tell of the hardship of war and what it did on the soldiers there. The last poem, __To Mamma__ by Irene, Tells of a soldier writing home to his mother. He doesn’t know why he is still there. He tells of how he saw his friend die. Trying to run, to get out. But he was left to die, like the other nameless soldiers.

Music during the told of different things. One thing a lot of song lyrics talked about was leaving. Soldiers had to leave there family, wife, and sometimes even kids to go fight in the war. __The girl I left behind me__ is a song that talks about man leaving his girl. Sometimes, songs were created by the soldiers to raise there speirts. Like the song __when this lousy war is over.__ Others were created to tell people of the hardships of war and what was happening to the soldiers. __where are our uniforms__ and __Bombed last night__ are two examples of that.

The Trenches of hell by Becca Tell

I am living in a muddy hell The nights are wet and cold No on ever said how bad it would be My family is far aways from here My brother in now gone His body rotting in front of the trench I have to call my home Rats invading the sorry spot of a grave we have given them Lice are every where Even on the little food we actually have There is nothing I can do to escape this muddy hell Never ending sleepless nights The noise wont ever stop They kill another young boy that shouldn't even be here My feet have not been dry for weeks I am scared what could come of this Maybe if I get trench foot I will get to go home and be free I have not been able to send my family a letter I just want to tell them not to worry I am still here Living in a muddy hell No one knows how long this is going to last Or when I am going to get to go home I am going crazy in this muddy hell The one I eat, sleep, and will probably die in The one I am forced to call my home

For the Soldiers By Andy

They were told they’d be heroes, valiant and brave Of the allies in Europe and the people they’d save They traveled thousands of miles across land and sea Away from friends and family, away from you and me So they marched and they marched with a tune in their heads Not one of them knowing that they soon could be dead Days, weeks, months in a deep muddy trench What’s harder to fight, the war or the stench? The piles of bodies, no graves to be found As the shells fly in, the men hit the ground Hundred of rats with filth and disease At your side a lifeless friend falls to his knees From the sky pours blood, not rain The bullets, the trench foot, incredible pain Sent by a stranger over the top you go Killing men just like you, who you’ll never know They all have families but kill them you must for it’s not your concern Almost hit by a shell, your arm won’t return Here soldiers comes gas, put your masks on straight Sadly for one it was just too late He knows not what to fear, as the gas creeps in But it soon stings his eyes and sears his skin There coughing and spitting and shaking he lies An innocent boy sent by his country to die

To Mamma by Irene

I'm in here mamma Still alive, still alive Don't ask me where I am mamma I just want to die

I've been here for a week That's what I think I'm cold mamma, very cold mamma Why mamma, why?

I can't think, can't breath I saw my best friend die My minds replays his death all the time I want to die

What's the point of living if you know you're going to die Why should I fight Fight for a unknowed reson For words that make no sense

WHY?

Now! I must get out of this hell hole Run, crawl faster boy,faster You're falling behind FASTER! You fell behind

Now your left to die To rot away with the millions who died The millions of unknow boys Who truely didn't know why

I'm still here mamma I'm scared mamma I guess this is good bye.

The girl I left behind me-

I'm lonesome since I crossed the hill And oe'r the moor and valley Such heavy thoughts my hearts do fill Since parting from my Sally I seek no more the fine and gay For each doth but remind me How swiftly passed the hours away With the girl I left behind me. I seek no more the fine and gay For each doth but remind me How swiftly passed the hours away With the girl I left behind me. Oh ne'er shall I forget that night The stars were bright above me And gently lent silv'ry light When first she vowed to love me But now I'm bound for Brighton camp Kind Heaven then pray guide me And send me safely back again To the girl I left behind me. But now I'm bound for Brighton camp Kind Heaven then pray guide me And send me safely back again To the girl I left behind me. Her golden hair in ringlets fair Her eyes like diamonds shining Her slender waist, with carriage chaste May leave the swain repining O God above! O hear my prayer! Thy beauteous fair to bind me And send me safely back again To the girl I left behind me. O God above! O hear my prayer! Thy beauteous fair to bind me And send me safely back again To the girl I left behind me. (Repeat first verse)

Bombed last night- Bombed last night, and bombed the night before Going to get bombed tonight If we never get bombed any more When we're bombed, we're scared as we can be Can't stop the bombing sent from higher Germany. They're over us, they're over us, One shell hole for just the four of us, Thank your lucky stars there are no more of us, 'Cause one of us can fill it all alone. Gassed last night, and gassed the night before Going to get gassed tonight; If we never get gassed anymore. When we're gassed, were sick as we can be For Phosgene and Mustard Gas is much too much for me. They're warning us, they're warning us, One respirator for the four of us Thank your lucky stars that three of us can run, So one of us can use it all alone.

where are our uniforms- Where are our uniforms? Far, far, away. When will our rifles come? P'raps, p'raps some day. All we need is just a gun For to chase the bloody Hun. Think of us when we are gone, Far, far away.

when this lousy war is over-

When this lousy war is over, no more soldiering for me, When I get my civvy clothes on, oh how happy I shall be. No more church parades on Sunday, no more putting in for leave, I will miss the Sergeant-Major, How he'll miss me how he'll grieve. No more standing to in trenches, Only one more church parade, No more NCOs to curse us, No more tickler's marmalade. When this lousy war is over, No more soldiering for me, When I get my civvy clothes on, Oh how happy I shall be. People said when we enlisted, Fame and medals we would win, But the fame is in the guardroom, And those medals made of tin. When this lousy war is over, No more soldiering for me, When I get my civvy clothes on Oh how happy I shall be.







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