War

• Zzaj Aguilera-adelman, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2017

Bombs drop from up above,
Guns shooting at the ones I love.
I stand there in fear,
Knowing death is near.
I see bodies hitting the floor,
I decided there would be no more.
They told me that we would win with pride,
They lied.
I grab a knife,
And run for dear life.
I hit the enemy's head,
Before you know it, he is dead.
The war is done,
We have won.
I want to flee,
And Australia is where I want to be.