I Am A Well Trained Soldier

• Rocio Ojeda, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2018

I am a well trained soldier that has to fight
I wonder where my mum is
I hear guns everywhere
I see trees and my friends
I want to be home
I pretend I am with my mum not in a war
I feel the ground and the gun in my hand
I touch the ground, guns, blood and mud
I worry that I will never see my mum again
I cry about me never getting home
I understand I have to do this but I don’t want to
I say last time but it never is
I dream about everyone I know dying
I try my best to stay alive
I hope that I will not get hurt
I am a well trained soldier that has to fight