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Through the fog, a shadow moves unseen,

The weight of war upon his weary soul,

In the silence, he trudges toward his goal,

The memories of battle harsh and keen.

His comrades' faces, in his mind they glean,

Their laughter echoes, through their bodies toll,

The price of peace, a debt that makes him whole,

In whispered wounds, his heart is not serene.

The guns are silent, but the scars remain,

A constant reminder of the cost they paid,

The fields of war now nurture seeds of pain.

In dreams, he sees the friends for whom he prayed,

Their lives cut short, their voices but a strain,

A legacy of silence, they conveyed.

Aroa Martín

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Cold mornings waking the arm,

wandering through trenches continuing the course.

Blizzards of bullets make the worse,

as the time is ending, which will provoke the harm.

No more understanding of their curse

will disamble the path of their course

running through lines to convey their form.

The roaring of motors wake up my son,

between dust and mud stands a posibility,

while the lights of the sky destroy my zone,

his internal door roars the hostility.

And when their cowardice pull them to the hole,

their souls will be thrown with the ghoul

Andrés Pérez

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Shoulders back and stand still.

Keep marching, you know the drill.

I'm being condemned, but why?

I'm still here, no matter how hard I try.

When will the world be truly free?

Yet still we fight for peace to be.

The battlefield is stained with sands

Their cries echo, life demands.

The skies are dark, consumed in flame

The innocent bear all the pain.

By Ana Beca and Ángela González 4°C

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Everytime I open my bloodshed eyes

I see and listen the mortifying cries

Boots, boots covered in mud

Boots in the chaos, they promised where is the fun

Corpses, letters it's all about cries

My heart bleeds

My mind leaves

My family waits

My enemy hits

My life leaves

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"A Soldier's Fear"

Paul Bäumer looking through the fences,
who was that man that couldn't stop to run,
just trying to reach the trenches,
while a bullet his body fetches?

Paul didn't have fun,
because soon it will be his turn.
I know he can feel his fear,
his fate is cruel and near.

The guns still roar, the sky is full of red,
his friends are gone, their voices far away.
He moves ahead, there's nothing left to say,
his heart beats fast, a fear he cannot shed.
The ground shakes softly, but he must go ahead,
for in this war, no one is safe today.

Elsa González

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The drums of war began to sound,

Like thunder shaking all the ground.

The sky was torn, the earth would weep,

As dreams lay buried, cold and deep.

The trenches stretched like mounds so wide,

Where hope and fear would stand side by side.

The roaring guns, the flashing light,

Turned day to ashes, stole the night.

The men were leaves in autumns’ fall,

One by one, they’d rise and fall.

The rivers ran with sorrow’s cries,

As mothers wept with tear-filled eyes.

Yet through the fire, the blood, the pain,

A silent prayer still remained,

For peace to shine, for war to cease,

For hearts to heal and find their peace.

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The trenches deep, where young men die,

Their cries dissolve in bitter rain,

Beneath the shells that light the sky,

They march through mud and endless pain.

The steel birds shriek, the bayonets gleam,

A hollow echo, broken dream.

The blood runs thick, the guns remain,

The world is lost in war’s domain.

Barbed wire twists like viper’s teeth,

A soldier gasps, his breath is torn,

The smoke devours, the dawn is brief,

The youth is drowned, the past is worn.

No glory sings, no victors rise,

Just silence in a dead man’s eyes.

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I feel like I’m trapped between the front lines,

Lying defenseless in No Man’s Land.

I know I’m actually hiding in the trenches;

Soldiers I don’t recognize are fighting around.

The superior suddenly demands me to stand up.

My comrades, my friends, are in the battle, dying,

And I’m not even brave enough to look up.

But I can’t help it—my body won’t stop trembling.

I am aware that this is my end.

The war has taken my youth away.

I’m hearing voices; I’m losing my mind.

It would be a waste of breath now to pray.

I know I am about to meet my fate.

My loved ones won’t see me ever again.

Suddenly, I hear a shell, but it is too late.

I close my eyes, suffer, and feel the pain.

Darío Hosu

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So many doomed lives, wasted by revenge,

Waiting for a miracle to wash away thy sorrow.

Praying for thy souls, knowing they are hollow,

War breaks thy heart, as thee unhinge.

And they promised peace but chose to renege,

They tarnished thy spirit, left the victory shallow.

Seeding their crops, but left the land fallow,

Silent voices moan, hence in dismay, we cringe.

Taught to be nothing but pawns on the battlefield,

Thy destiny lies on a merciless hand.

Yet, Pride will not let thy fates be concealed,

And what can we do? Peace must we demand.

May God have mercy on all,

And next to all stand.

Elena Ruiz y Olaya Gonzalez

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Mud everywhere, cold and deep,

Gunshots echo while others sleep.

Barbed wire stretching like a scar,

Smoke and fire from bombs afar.

Letters home stained with tears,

Each day filled with growing fears.

The sky is gray, the ground is red,

Too many dreams lost, too many dead.

But even here, in all this pain,

A spark of hope still remains.

Friends beside me through it all,

Helping me stand when I fall.

Though war may end and years go by,

Their bravery will never die.

Sabina Martínez Alonso 4D

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How can you talk about war?

If you didn't live it at all,

seeing a comrade die is not fair,

so then, how can you dare?

To talk to me about war

Our lifes are pending from a wire

and we haven't seen our families in a while

The battlefield is full of cries

and I just see corpses with my eyes

Just orders we must acquire

Alba Troncoso Rodríguez

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Humans without souls

are destroyed

all without any control

anything to be enjoyed

this is a messy world

nothing can be avoided

dead bodies on the floor

and the shots and crying i am annoyed

I feel alone

i need a sincere hug

bodies the soldiers lug

i don't have a single intact bone

hope comes when i see a ladybug

because to dying here i am prone

Laura Marrot

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We all were like cattle,

they obligate us to use guns,

and with anxiety there was a bullet’s rattle,

we close the eyes and it started bombing,

the the new recruits were coming,

our eyes were opening and i saw a man,

I looked into his eyes, and with a sad goodbye,

the silence fell, no more to cry,

the smoke around us, heavy as a pall,

but together we stead,

facing it all,

our minds were last, the world so blind,

yet in his stare, i saw peace of mind.

Daniel Ursu and Daniel Regueras

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The bullets passed like leaves in autumn

The Blood that shed was in my heart, at the bottom

The mud jumped from the ground as if it was scared

My heart was trying to scape because It Bled

My body started to feel tired

In my imagination my eyes were opened

And when i opened my eyes i was relaxed

I was happy

By Alejandro Busto

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We who remain, how shall we gaze again

Upon the sky or walk the fields of grain,

Without recalling those who fell

And gave their all, yet loved us well?

Or we asked if they’ll do it again

A sparrow in the quier morn still sings-

But we, how shall we turn in simple things

And hear the whisper of the trees

Nor feel their absence in the breeze,

Or find the peace that memory brings?

Daniel Tornin