Save His Soul

• Isabella Hansen, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2018

He may lie dead under the dirt
But he still lived and loved and hurt
He may have caused death with his hand on his hilt
And all he deserved was guilt, guilt, guilt
But it was war that forced him on
It was not him who produced this con
As the bullets whizzed past and the bombs went BANG
All he heard was his life ticking away clang, clang, clang
As the Turks retreated into the mountains
The Anzacs tried to follow them, that was plain
He could hear the injured cry from across the canal
And he remembered his friends who died, his pals
Then he saw a dove
It reminded him of freedom, hope and love
He knew what he did and that he must go
And say sorry for causing all the heartache and sorrow
He was racked with guilt, he did not lie
He took a bullet to the chest and into Heaven did he fly