War

• Nesimi Arici, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2007

War is bad but we can't do anything about it.

You get letters from your family you cry.

Your friend wipes your eyes saying."Every things going to be alright".

Days go past, you get pictures of your children getting older and older.

Finally the war's over.
It takes two months to get to Australia.

You look at your family and they have changed.
Your wife and kids run up to you and you kiss them.

When your about to walk inside your house, your kids ask, "What happened?" and you say, "No comment."

Once you are at home you see all your family and friends.

At night you pray to god for this to never happen again.

By Nesimi Arici