Suicide In The Trenches

I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.

In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.

by Siegfried Sassoon

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I like your poem. It was nice.
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i like big tittiesssssss get the nip nip nip in my mouth and call me Jesus daddyy boyyy even though im gay and like dicckkkkkk and jizzzzz i still love the anyone agree? ;)
This needs to be removed for peoples health as everyone will kill themselves after hearing it ahahahaha lolll
This poem is so bent and the man reading it sounds like a spastic and who ever wrote this needs to get a life lol
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