Kokoda Track Torture

• Nathan Scapin, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2012

The view is epic, the terrain is rough,
My friend is about to die,
Bullet wounds, he must be sore
The uniform I wear, covered in blood and gore,
I hear people complaining, they don’t want to live!
The smell of flesh rotting in the mud.
The Japanese planes flying over my head.
With this horrible, with all the marching,
I taste blood, sweat, dirt but mainly fear.
I lay here in the trench, any minute I could be dead.
I am hungry, I am scared, I am fighting for my country.