War

• Merinda Dreise, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2006

Bomb, bang, crash
The sound of war
Cries by little children
The peoples lives had just tore

People dying there’s no point
Stupid prime ministers sending us to war
Why cant we just make peace
People who have lost there houses living on the streets

Billions of soldiers going to war
And only half coming back
Families have been torn apart
Crying themselves to sleep at night


Why do we do this?
We think we will win….
But we win nothing
When half of us are dead

By Merinda Dreise