w.w.1 poem

                                    W.W.1 POEM

                                                  (LEST WE FORGET)

In war I see DEATH.

War sounds like BULLETS rattling through the bodies of solders.

War looks like  the horrifying NO MANS LAND.

War tastes of hard dry BISCUITS.

War smells like the DECAY of dead solders.

War feels like a DEEP muddy Trench.

War makes me feel like a live GRENADE ready to blow.

WAR IS HELL.

By JOHN-STANLEY.