The Great War
John G. Young, M.D.
We're in the trenches
in the Great War.
Nitrogen mustard pours
across our lines.
Double-crossing rescuers
began this battle many months ago.
We were belted from behind.
Nights were long,
nights are long,
the pain longer.
Wounded we sought relief,
but the fusion failed.
We cried for help
a second time,
seeking reinforcements.
Now the traitorous white army
cripples communications
to our extremities.
We are faltering.
We seek help a third time
trying to knock off
treacherous legions.
Will the poison
save us or kill us?
We are scared, terrified.
Will we walk out
of this hell hole
alive?