War
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Alessandra Lee, Grade 9
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Poetry
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2014
He fell
Blood pouring in liters onto the ground
Left and right more people fell
Who was the enemy? Who was my ally?
Slash, slash
I was swinging my sword, my mind devoid of thought
Splash, splash
The ground was a marsh, the colour of blood
David had died, Sis by his side
Sis had died right before my eyes
I was an empty shell, a mere fighting machine of the army now
more and more people fell
and it wasn't long til
I too
fell