War

• Bradley Mcbride, Grade 8B
• Poetry
• 2013

the war field is bloody
the blood is like a pool
the amount of bodies is a hill
i am just an armorer for the army
i see the battle when i go give ammo to the
soldiers to fight.


i make bombs to drop from planes
and hand grenades to throw at enemies
we won the battle because of my skills
in weapon building.

i feel sad after the blood shed
and all the soldiers dead
but i am happy that we won
yet sad for the families that have lost someone.

so in the end i am depressed and happy.