I Am No Hero

• Caroline Kudelka, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2012

The dust has finally settled down
The sun is shining on
All these pieces are scattered around
Stand up, let go and shout out
Do not fall; stand here right now

The games we would play, they would always win
They would always win
Let it burn while we hear you screaming out your name

Now I sweep the streets I used to roam
I used to feel the fear in my enemies eyes; but now I hear Jerusalem's bells ringing, and the Calvary choir singing
My missionaries are in a foreign field

This means war

It's always cloudy, especially when we look into the past
What is left of my heart is always breaking

Grab your guns; I am no hero
Guilty as charged
This is war