Lest We Forget

• Renee Hunt, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2010

In this war I’m a solider



No turning back from here



Cold and alone



Writing a letter to my dear



When will people learn?



War is not and ending



Sick of playing around



It’s time to stop pretending



I miss the people I love



There with me more when I’m alone



I still know they think of me



Even when I’m 1000 miles from home



I hope I’m making them proud



Hope I draw more smiles then tears



I’m here to protect everything I’d die for



I’m fighting despite worries, despite fears



They handed me a gun



Told me who to kill



Threw me into a hole



These big shoes I had to fill



At night, I’ll gaze at the stars



One of the things that keeps me sane



I can’t stand to see another moment



This world of hurt and maim



I’ll wait until the day



The day this comes to an end



I’ll see the people I love once more



No more letters to send



But until then I’ll be here



Missing what used to be



Remembering my home town



Thinking of what has become of me...