War Of Unfortunate Truths And Lost Knowledge

• Ben Polazzon, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2013

The boys footsteps pounded on the firm ground below.
Those vermin Nazis.
They have been chasing the helpless boy for 3 days.
Well thats what the poor boy thinks at least.
For all he knows they are still chasing him.
For all he knows they may have stopped half-way.
The unfortunate truth is that he will never know.
Because he will be running until be thinks his safe,
And when you think about it,
The boy knows not a thing.
He is blinded by the savage war.
He doesn’t remember anything.
Except run from the vermin Nazis,
And try not to get caught and die.
He knows all the things he shouldn’t.