Death Sonnet

• Luke De Ruiter, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2018

Thousands on the ground, lifeless, torn apart
The ghosts covered the air like a bad smell
It was like the world had a bleeding heart
The reenactment of a place called hell

It is sad to see what they could become
How much money they spent to kill people
When it stopped, everything came undone
We had to overcome very steep hills

Lead into that new life, try to survive
With your loved ones in your minds all the way
Thousands of holes, millions of tears and lives,
Crushed, burned, ruined and just a lot of foal fun

Just because the Germans wanted more land
We all need to get up and rise our hands