Murder By Machines

• Stephanie Von Laue, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2016

Bullets slicing through the air,
Another scream and shout,
I listen to this everyday,
I know it off by heart

Tomorrow a letter will go out,
Saying there has been a death,
But we will not know until tonight,
When we count the men by head

Murder by machines,
That's what I've learnt to do.
Marching down the trenches, earn a salute or two

Murder by machines,
That is what I do best.
Load the gun again, put another man to rest.