War

• Kyah Franklin, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2015

They march without a doubt in mind
the ground is shaking, the sky’s alive
with dreams and hopes they do arrive
to face their fears, where courage drives.
Fathers and sons are soon to die
while children wait, with flags held high.
Bombs and Gunshots ring in ears
as close mates fall, they’re consumed by tears.
But years go on and time flies by
with supplies abundant, not a care in mind.
We lie, cheat, maim and desecrate
they give their loving souls, and all we do is hate.
Freedom seems to never be feared
but without their strength, we wouldn't be here.
Their lives were at risk with nil to gain
but with all our wrongs, seems they died in vain.