We are the slaves of a war torn country.
That we must die for other men’s quarrels.
And it was our own country that killed us.

Out of the trenches, into No Man’s land.
Every man for himself, save your own soul.
We are the slaves of a war torn country.

Another slave lost, never to be found.
Who will look after his family now?
And it was our own country that killed us.

We watched as the bullets whipped by our ears.
Frightened, we ran for cover in panic.
We are the slaves of a war torn country.

If we return, we will be proud heroes.
Unless we survive, we will be forgotten.
And it was our own country that killed us.

Beneath smoke filled skies, we recall the war.
The last bullet fired, the last man downed.
We are the slaves of a war torn country.
And it was our own country that killed us.

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This was for a history assignment. EVERYTHING WAS DONE IN ONE DAY ! It's so horrible ! But I am satisfied

Made with: marker, paper, ink, construction paper, white out, tissue paper, magazine, tin foil, gel pens .