The War
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Sarah Dunstan, Grade 4
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Poetry
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2017
Boom there goes the bomb making ash
Quick lets go grab our stash
We are not safe here anymore
Please take me away from the war
Knock, knock your son is gone
He died at the crack of dawn
Gunshots are going off
Everybody's running off
The war is a scary place
We are in a tiny space
this ended on the 11th day
We do not need to stay
We can now go home
We don't need to stay in this danger zone