Warrior's Sonnet

• Matthew Kim, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2016

The bombs rained down blocking the sad sun,
The tanks crumbling from endless clashes,
Bullets pierced and shattered the air from guns,
Soldiers bodies piled up into mountains,
Our noses started to lose their senses,
The stench of bullets fills nostrils, mouths, ears,
Even pests tired of their defences,
We are parts in the war machine, no fears.

My family a distant memory,
My school, my home, my town perhaps just rubble,
I worry fighting silent enemies,
Enemies inside me causing trouble,
I now doubt how to live on after war,
I am so different now than before.