War

• Raphael Taib, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2013

The guns are chattering,
Men are falling,
Wounded soldiers say their last words.
Planes are flying,
Their engines roaring,
You hide from the bombs.
You may survive or you may die,
But your memories will always be the same.
Dark grey clouds,
Plenty of fighting,
But still you won’t be free.