A Letter Home

• Zara Ali, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2020

Everyday I see men injured,
I wish that I could help them, but instead I watch them die.
Most men come to me,
With the other women trying to help everyday.
Some of us don't know how to treat them,
Some we have never seen or know their name.
Women like me never get peace,
As there is gunshots everywhere.
The men how very poor supplies,
I often wonder how will they ever survive.
I'm surrounded by gunshots and wounded men,
I don't know if we will make it, even to the end.
I want to send you hugs and kisses and tell you that I am ok,
I've got to go, someone has been blown away.