Death By Numbers

• Jack Hay, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2017

A million stars, for a million mates,
Our young lives,
Sent through heavens gates,
In one’s eye, we’re just more men,
It doesn’t matter, there’s more to be sent.

We don’t know what we’re fighting for,
We’re sons, brother, fathers
And more.
So if you want sons to again see their mothers,
Don’t solve your problems by starting a war.

We didn’t choose this for our fate,
We’re doing what we’re told,
To keep shooting straight.
For all those men that get to grow old,
I hope you remember all the lives you sold.