They sent

Volley after violent volley of

Machinegun fire at the trench

100 yards of hate and death

And there was no stopping

And there was no looking

And there was no living

In the midst of the relentless

So the white flag was lifted

In the hope of some sort of peace

In the hope of some sort of retreat

But it was torn to shreds

By a dark cloud of lead

Leaving them to fall

Hopeless to the ground

Hearing laughter drifting to the sky

As they waited in the sun to die.