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