Battlefields

• Emma Mitchell, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2011

Gunshots ring the air; life on the battlefield just isn’t fair.
Yesterday I was trudging through mud chest high, now I sleep in agony as I lie.
Gunshots ring the air; life on the battlefield just isn’t fair.
Young blokes, don't know what their taken on
But I can’t tell him to go home, order from Sergeant Ron.
“We need as many blokes as we can get” he would say,
Someday God will have to make him pay.
Gunshots ring the air; life on the battlefield just isn’t fair.
Many die and few survive,
In fact I can’t even believe I’m alive.
Gunshots ring the air; life on the battlefield just isn’t fair.
I can’t complain, or be so vain.
I’m here on a mission; I’m the one who signed that partition.
So here’s my declaration – I am ready to serve my nation.
Gunshots ring the air,
I’m here to serve my country so I just don’t care.