War

• Iain Stewart, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2006

Form one disagreement
Lives thrown out the door
Tell us most high god
Oh why is there war

Machines of destruction
Inventions of death
Bellowing fire
Like the devils breath

Honourable men
Holding the line
We owe these men much
For us they all died

What once was honourable
Is now suicide
Families are crying
As they say good bye.