Trenches, blazing alight with fire,
shooting stars flying higher.
Hitting hard on the ground,
battering all the mud and blood.

Soldiers running round and round;
swinging bullets over the top,
shouts and screams pass by.
People drop on the top.

Clouds of green; shadow tonight.
Over them, killing them dead.

Just another busy night.

And in the morning things are still,
in the silent dull sky.