War

• Dan Murphy, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2011

Blood
All I can see is blood
My brothers in arms are all bleeding
I hear a shot
Now I am bleeding
I can now feel I am
Stepping closer to death
I can feel my heart throbbing like it never has before
I have great concern for all our lives now
I reach into my pocket and pull out my pistol
Someone leaped out over our wire
Bang
I see him fall to the ground but I am out of bullets
I go over to him and grab his gun
Suddenly
I realise it is not a man but a boy
A boy only about the age of fifteen
I have killed a child