Warfare

• Ayan Bakar, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2020

O how I woe the terror of war
The hideous bunkers and the repulsive food
With the sight of linger just at your nose
The string of love is ripped apart
The pieces scatter no being left victorious
The armed men all chanting and taunting
gives us a sight of pain and regret
For this shan't drive us apart
These things show our inner terrorism
As it shows no peace
It truly shows us that we're vicious, howling beasts
But that is....war