War

• Flynn Wullaert, Grade 2, Mt Carmel Central School -
• Poetry
• 2018

Excellence Award in the 'Write Along 2018' competition

As sandbags keep stacking and guns keep firing, the war goes on and on and on. Some soldiers try to talk it out with the enemy, but it just results in more dead soldiers and more gunfire.
Days feel like weeks, weeks feel like months, months feel like years, years feel like centuries.
As the smell of burning gunpowder gets stronger and stronger, the cries for help from wounded men get louder and louder; then weaker and weaker before death.
It feels like gunfire never stops and with that, so does the sound of lifting dust from the bullets and explosions. Soldiers keep getting killed by the enemy. No-one wins.
It is just a never-ending game of cat and mouse.