War Is Not An Adventure

• Jazz Hone, Grade 3
• Poetry
• 2016

What is this?
No, this is not what I think it is,
My mates are gone,
Apart from 1,
now none,
All I hear is bombs,
I want my family,
I wonder if they miss me too?
There is no way back,
I can already here my enemy
Bombs, Guns,blood, dead people
There is no way I am coming back here
This is the worst place ever