War

• Sheena Archer, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2016

War,
Blood shooting bullets,
Seing people being shot and wounded,
Crying, Petrified about dyeing,
Thinking about my family,
What would happen to me if i died,what would it be like without me,
Why did i sign up i didn't want to die,
Bang,
Thats it I've been shot,
i,m dead,
But wait I've been moved moved were i ask?
I know why i signed up so i can save my country ,
But still where have i moved to i don't want to open my eyes incase i am, In heaven Sigh i wish i never even signed up.
THE END