War Call

• Sharna Belous, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2018

Hiding inside the cupboard, not a word to spare
All our people want to survive, but the others, do they care
Fire, Fire we hear all night and day
But no one in our city can fight back, they say
Cause we are not strong enough, we can not fight
And all we have in sight
Is the fire, the blood, roars of the pain
We yell, we scream, because all they do is tame
The invaders, the headaches, we can't do anything about
Our cries for the lost ones
The blood lost is in tonnes
And the blood soaks through the ground
Making red poppies, we shouldn't make a sound
And when the cries of the war is gone
The war call will be again found
We will remember.