This poem is about the appalling mud that British soldiers had to endure for years along with the other horrors of War.
Bastard mud
Human soup
Sucking me down
Loosing my boots
Liquid hell
Putrid smell
Cold and heavy
Can you tell
A sea of men
An ocean of shit
Cant seen to swim
I think I’ve been hit.
© Mack (RG)"Every day feels like the day of a funeral"
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