Danni Tzivakis, Grade 11, Our Lady of the Sacred Heart College
War, but a terrible thing it is,
Unnecessary pain, loss and heartache.
So much bloodshed from either side,
Is there ever really a victor?
Daring young men reduced to a bloody mess,
Mothers left at home to weep.
Holes form in the hearts of all,
And will stay there til the end of time.
The bombs fell as an unfaltering storm
Why wasn't it merely a storm of rain?
All innocent, yet condemned to death,
Powerless to the horrors of war.
The unknown soldiers buried deep below,
While the trumpet plays the song of our sorrow.
Nothing is won yet all is lost,
Lest we forget their sacrifice.
Did they not fear death when they eagerly wrote down their names?
Or did the excitement make the young men blind?