GOING UP IN SMOKE

It's one hundred years since the end of World War One and, prior to Armistice Day on the 11th November, I'll be featuring five poems with a common theme, World War One.
This one deals with the disillusionment that many serving soldiers felt as the conflict dragged on and on.

TRENCH RAT

A battered Woodbine is a precious thing.  
If you can light the bugger, better still.

Inhale the harsh, uplifting, acrid smoke   
and, for a fleeting moment, you’re a King.
   
Dear old King George can keep his best cigars
and damn Lloyd George, may that sly bastard choke. 

It’s him and and not the Hun I’d choose to kill
to end this bloody war to end all wars.

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