The birds that sang to make the day awake; Have spread their wings and flew away hurridly; And the sun that rose to meet the dawn has truly forlorn the sight of something; Hath saw landscapes polluted with the blood of these men that are now gone for good; At this moment the moon is shining upon the barrens; Blood glares from the grassy fields we fight on; But now all is quiet on the western front
I originally wrote this for my English class as an assignment. It doesn't rhyme but I thought I should post it.