A here to the end

• Mitchell Barnes, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2004

Here I lie on the hard, cold ground
Pain spreading through my body
Will I survive or will I die like all my great predecessors
As I stare into the mysty, foggy, greay sky my life flashes before my eyes
Horses galloping in the distance sooth my suffering
Blood as red as roses trickling from my mouth
Oh how I will miss my family
O, what men dare do
Does any many have the right to do this to someone
Even if he has commited the greatest crime of all
For I have commited no crime, no evil, nothing
Every person has the right to be equal
To be one.......
My crime is helping my people......
All that lives must die, passing through nature to eternity
Death will not kill me, for my memory will live on.....