Battle

• Max Fisher, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2013

The endless battles stealing,destroying lives
My mates falling before my eyes
The devil's army hit me aside like a mace
The endless pain wets my face
Drops of perspiration drip down my neck
After all the conflicts my life is a wreck
I want to be with my family, I want to be free
I want to get out of here, I want to flee
My spirit is shattered in the battle
The enemy is so evil it makes me rattle
I wish I was tough, I wish I was strong
It stresses me, it makes my days long
All this starts with one word you blurt
Lots of people know how much bullying can hurt