Call Of Duty Poem

• Francesco Antonino, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2010

In the slums
of Brazil beneath the
Lamb of God’s eyes, Throwing
knives and semtex fly through the skies
I swear to you solemnly I tell you not a lie, Call of Duty,
Modern warfare 2 is the apple of my eye.


Chopper Gunner, Predator, AC-130,
These all boost my kills,
my tactics aren’t dirty,
8 days I’ve spent with you none that I regret,
85 kills in a row, my highest streak yet,
I’ll always stay faithful, until your sequel,
Along came Scrim Dog, my only equal,
Teamed up with me to show our love,
Down came my nuke, high from above.
GAME OVER