War

• Kallum Robinson, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2012

I stand alone, muted by blasts,
I stand alone, wondering my last,
I stand alone, pondering my past,

For I am just a pawn,
In a game of chess,
believeing my country
will come out as the best.

I run into death's arms
For I know I shall die
The bullet tears through me
and here i shall lie.