War

• Aaron Fabris, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2013

Soldiers stand silent,
But fall screaming.
Identical uniforms
Clones, taking identical steps.
Destructing anything in their path.
Another attack kills 20 more people.
For the locals it’s a living nightmare.

But why?
The respect gained,
The power obtained
No regard for anything but the mission ahead
Bombs blow, pistols fire.
The sound of death fogs the air.
Clouds of doom leave no space for light
Is it really worth it?