It's cold in the trench
But it's hotter up there
Safer to read my newspaper
Than hear the shots ricochet of my helmet
He's shouting down at me
In an aggressive mundane manner
Shoot shoot shoot
I didn't start this ****** war
A shiny silver coin
Catches my peripheral vision
And he smirks so smugly
Our king George IV
Well let him get in this trench
And I'll have afternoon tea
With playwrights and police chiefs
Safari in Kenya and visit the sick
That's more like me
And now he's grabbed me
Holding my throat
Im struggling to breath
Okay I'll go up if that what's needed
The smoke makes me nauseous
The smell of rotting flesh lingers
Awful truly awful
The pain is intense
As it's flashes through my chest
The blood trickles quickly
My head starts to swirl
That's it then I'm guess I'm dead
Shot down in an instant
War ****** War