War

• Oliver Marshall, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2018

Leaving town with boxes of ashes
The only one that had not been parsed
Saying goodbye to what was called home
And now broken down bricks and stone
Shot after shot 1 minute feels like 1 hour
Bodys on the floor no water to have a shower

Nothing like this could be worse than this horrifying site
Being alone in this now abandoned town gives me a fright
Bombs falling from the sky everyday with sounds of screams
Life or death is always possible always be seen
Other people being lucky to be alive
With torn out limbs and and tears of cry

People are never safe with fight after fight
All day and all night
Now knowing everybody lying to stay alive
Changing their religion to fight and never day