War.

• Tadhg Curran, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2019

Oh my God, how much I yearn,
For this war to take a turn.
Losing more soldiers every day,
Motionless bodies on each side they stay.
I lost many friends throughout the war,
Watched them suffer on the trench’s floor.
The damp sand under my feet,
Shoot a round, reload, repeat.
The rations weren’t much, barely enough,
I remember the hardtack bread, old and tough.
Now the war’s over, over and gone,
I can go see my missus and family back home.
The gunshots and explosions stick in my head,
And the colour of blood, a deep crimson red.
A mix of sweat, blood and tears,
The sounds of war forever ringing in my ears.