It’s the year 1939,

Another world war has started. Is this a crime?

As the guns began to fire,

I was wishing for this all to expire,

In the trench I was so deep,

Wanting something warm to eat,

I was hungry, angry, cold and sad,

In these conditions could you really be glad?

Most of us were getting ill,

Some of us were getting killed,

Sound of shots began to get louder,

As grenades exploded will this make people prouder?

Plains soring over head,

Dropping bombs people are dead,

Destroying homes, cities and nations,

Destroying the worlds unlucky population,

Now its 1945,

The war has ended and a lot of people have survived.

From the enemy they were so evil,

But in reality they were so feeble.