Warbound

• Joseph Costantino, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2018

The drums of war thunder once again
And blood shall spill like pouring rain
We will march on in early morn
To the sound of the accursed battle horn
I will be forced to leave my wife and daughter
And be forced to walk straight into slaughter
And as I lay dying on the ground
I will wish I was not warbound

Blades shall be sharpened throughout the night
To be used in our final fight
War cries will be heard throughout the plain
And they will come at us like a hurricane
We shall fight with honour and glory
And the battle shall be told as a heroic story
But when their weapons crush and pound
We will wish we were not warbound