WAR

• Nicholas Macfie, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2008

I’m spitting blood
As I shoot down the Russians,
Grenades deafening my ears.
All I’m thinking about is the screaming in my head
As people are shot down.
Crying and pleading as prisoners are taken
Everyone is waiting for it to end
To go home.
Half of the time in pain and agony
As the Russians dominate.
I am waiting and waiting
Home Sweet Home.