Machines Of War

• Carl Vander Zant, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2010

As the tanks roll in, to defend our front line
The planes fly overhead, with one thing in mind
The battleships, are all locked and loaded
And weapons, are ready to explode
The men, run in to the green plateau
All thinking, the enemy is who
But when they rise, it comes as a shock
Cause then on our doorsteps, is one hell of a knock.