War

• Matthew Lambert, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2009

As I stumble through the short grass all I can hear is my own heart beat one with the earth
Slowly I close my eyes trying to wake up
But I’m not dreaming
And when my eyes flash open I can see the blood coating the ground, spent ammunition and bodies littering the floor
Then suddenly it hits me I’m about to die
I try to panic, I want to panic I want to feel alive I want to get a lifetime of breaths before I die
As sound returns to my ears and all at once my will to survive kicks in
But then I see a shot go through my chest
Then a sound hits my ears I hear a gunshot
Then a feeling hits my chest it is pain
And then a thought hits my brain I’m dead its over
I wasted it all in a pointless war
And I will never do so many things
I will never get to hear my unborn children laugh
I will never get to love my unloved wife
I will never get to say goodbye to my parents or my friends
I will only die fighting a pointless war
Killing people I have never met
Who don’t deserve to die
Who will never live
And will only die