March On

• Cullan Ariyawanse, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2017

The worst happened again
After five long, hard years
It felt just like a hurricane
We were at war again

What’s the point anyway?
We fight and fight and fight
For someone’s death everyday
But who do we fight for?

One single life comes to me
And I’ll spend it how I like
But war ain’t my cup of tea
And nor is my death either

But I will always march on
No matter the obstacle
And if I return by dawn
Then I’ll say my job was done