Puppet Masters And The Rest Of Us...
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Connor Marsh, Grade 10, St John's College
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Poetry
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2012
Excellence Award in the 'Legendary 2012' competition
War is controlled by those in suits and we are just their puppets.
But yet we still blow the trumpets.
The soldiers are filled with sorrow.
Who knows they may not be a live tomorrow.
Some people go to war for adventure.
But many come back with terrible dementia.
Before they charge they are so scared.
But they must be alert and prepared.
The battle filled with red.
This is all the blood that has been shed.
The men in the trenches wish it was just a projection.
From Those puppet masters these man and women don't get much love and affection.