Another Poem

A poem about the world war one trenches:

Bang, bang
The guns are still firing
I'd try to go to sleep but I'm to scared

Plip, plop
The waters still dropping
I'd try to get dry if I still cared

Squeak, squeak
The rats are still here
I'd get up and kill them if I dared

Scratch, scratch
The lice are still biting
I'd try to ignore them but it just can't be bared

Silence
The end of a battle
I'll get up and see how we faired

Scream, screech
A bullet though my head
I'd finish this poem but I'm already....