Battle Cry

• Megan Harris, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2016

News of conflict far away
Young and Old eager to apply
Assuring Mother’s we wont stray
Nothing will dim our battle cry

Marching in sink with the drums
Left, Right, Left, Right
Unsure of what what is to come
Hoping to last the night

Smoke filling the sky
We take steady aim
Nothing will dim our battle cry
Later we’ll feel the shame