Angus Porter , Grade 6, St Andrew's School
Excellence Award in the 'Top Secret 2016' competition
I sit in my chair, dignity slipping,
Fed with a spoon, silver as a dagger.
German soldiers cutting my chest.
Gunshot sounds ringing in my head.
Boys in the trenches, I let them down.
Now they're lying dead in the dirt.
I sit in my chair.
Nazi bullets whizzing by my head.
In agony from the Lugers strike.
How I miss the day I was called a hero
As now I breathe my final breath.