Sunday, April 23, 2017

Poem: 'Trenches Of Mud, Minds Of Hope' by Steven Michael Pape

Trenches Of Mud, Minds Of Hope

The soldiers in the trenches
all covered in mud
the acrid smell of their urine
and the taste of the blood.

Picked off at random
by the enemies gunsight
all trying to stay strong
with all of their

Explosions scatter the body parts
into the trenches
and to each beating heart.

But these trenches of mud
hide a glimmer of hope
in every soldiers eye
behind every gun scope.

There's solidarity you see
and a refusal to die
it's in everyones soul
behind every lost eye.

And all this horror they faced
all with no regret
makes us all remember
lest we forget.

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