Trenches (Pop Never Talked About The War) | A WWI Memorial Poem

Ajouté : 2026-06-06

[00:00:02]trenches in memory of those who served.

[00:00:06]Pop never talked about the war.

[00:00:10]In the trenches, cold and deep, where silence dies and none can sleep, the bark of guns, a thundered breath, the whispered steps that march with death. A brother falls. No final word, just blood and mud and cries unheard. A living hell like none before with lice and flies and putrid gore. The stench, a wound time can't erase. It haunts the soul. It scars the face. Yet still they fought and still they swore. Though each tomorrow promised more, they came back home, turned the key, and locked the pain where none could see. Behind their eyes, behind the door, the war still raged forever more, lest we forget.