Unspoken Heroes

• Ashleigh Allman, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2007

Across the waves I hear the whispers
Of my sacrificed brothers and sisters.
I see their faces each night i sleep
Woken from nightmares I begin to weep.
I'm back home now, returned with no friends,
Johnny, Stevo and Billy, they all met their ends.

The country is colourful, but I’m still seeing grey.
I feel I've no life left to face the day.
They had such hope when we came back
They think we are heroes, there's nothing we lack.
But little do they no how we feel inside,
The horrors we've seen, we just want to hide.

My hope is that future leaders can learn
From our sorrows of war, and in turn
Keep our beautiful country far from strife,
So our war-torn nation can build a new life.