Zu Tode Geschickt

• Shannon King, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2017

A large foul bang sends you soaring so high,
The shell-shocked splendour glazed across your eyes,
Without having control your thoughts will fly,
Each movement you make uncovers their lies.

All their fake remarks dictated your mind,
They told you that everything would be fine,
The shock-filled hysteria you’ll soon find,
Each large quake like a quiver in your spine.

Paralysed by the bullets whistling past,
You pluck a photo of the ones you love,
Your heart will attain a tempo so fast,
Envious for the freedom of a dove.

Returning with one leg short of your leave,
Better than letting your family grieve.