Frozen in Trenches (Christmas Truce)

Winter in trenches Becomes unbearable Cold claws of death Entwined my heart Like snow-white marble Our bodies are frozen Dead fingers squeeze rifles and knifes My dead comrade Lies a few hundred yards from me Snow covered his new uniform And his blood becomes white too Soldiers of my regiment Drop their weapon and go out of the trenches Their faltering few steps To white rest and enemies On the No Man's Land They hugged and singed And yet with neither rage no hate Cause its christmas eve But I'm obliged to kill I take the bayonet And run across the field Young German reaches out to me I hit him in the throat Again again and again Because there is no fucking christmas truce

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025