Hannah Nebart, Grade 9
I lived in Gallipoli. I died in war.
My body lay forgotten, but my spirit sored.
A field made of blood where this war was fought,
Now is stained red but no lesson was taught.
We still today fight, lose nor win,
Since men’s lives now soaked in sin.
Why did I fight? Well I was just a little late
To realise being shot dead, well, this was my fate.
Now my body lay broken in a tomb,
After laying, decaying on the tear soaked ground of doom.
But this is not the end,
Even though death has been impending.
I now hold hope for all,
Cause though in spite of my enemies, I stand 10 feet tall.