PJ

Cause of WWI and Nationalism

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__ Suicide in the Trenches __ I KNEW a simple soldier boy Who grinned at life in empty joy, Slept soundly through the lonesome dark, And whistled early with the lark. In winter trenches, cowed and glum, 5 With crumps and lice and lack of rum, He put a bullet through his brain. No one spoke of him again. . . . .    You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye Who cheer when soldier lads march by, 10 Sneak home and pray you’ll never know The hell where youth and laughter go.