William Pitney, Grade 7, Xavier Preparatory School - Burke Hall
Massacre, murder and mourning is the only way to describe it, The pitter-patter of bullets whizzing over heads, Shell shock men, the fear in their eyes travels like a virus,
Death, a creature that consumes us all, A face without features, A monster creeping up onto us minute by minute, It’s cold touch seeping away life, It’s just a matter of time, Sooner than later for some, but unavoidable,
If we don’t know what we're fighting for, Is it really worth dying for?
We fight the enemy but for what cause?
A silence, a shot, a man’s life wasted for another man’s greed,
Enemy troops shell us vigorously, the guns firing with rage; War isn’t fighting for freedom, only to see which man risks it all,
But the real threat isn’t the enemy, but death itself.