German Helmet (Edit)

What does it mean to protect these men from these thing called bullets?
What does it mean to use and fire a weapon?
And kill they call British
They absolutely no respect for my brothers and myself
Bullets will pierce my outer shell and he’ll die
He’ll cry in agony with blood all over the place
Some of my brother are all gone some are around me
Some gone
I fell as though they all are disappeared
The day I was created was a happy day
But this day is my black day of pain
I see men cheering with there
They’re all healthy but what am I
I am taken away from this place
Here I am now having a peaceful time on a shelf then watching all over the place

Alex Parker