Everyday in the battered trenches we sit.
Everyday we do it without getting hit.
Everyday we stare at the lonely faces.
Everyday we guess how many more places.

Everyday we smell the oncoming gas.
Everyday we wonder when it will pass.
Everyday we see the messengers sent.
Everyday we always decide to repent.

Everyday it’s the buzz of a bullet we hear.
Everyday we know that the shells are near.
Everyday we hear the words of white, wispy ghosts.
Everyday we hear the greetings of our new hosts.

Everyday we see a body fly.
Everyday we ask if it will go by.
Everyday we taste the bitterness of blood.
Everyday we touch the watery mud.

Everyday we lead a devil’s life.
Everyday we are poised with a knife.
Everyday it’s like a piercing through our hearts,
To kill another human and watch him part.

Everyday we yell, “Will the war ever end?”
Everyday we cry “Will we ever mend?”
Everyday we watch a great friend die.
Everyday we wonder “Why, oh Why?”