War

• Stefan Mason, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2008

I never want to go war,
Misery, Anarchy, Pain.
Who would?
I was 16 and one day we heard a knock on the door,
it was a man from the War Ministry
Noooo! I shout.
But I have to go
To Misery, Anarchy, Pain, That’s what I call it,
I had no choice.
I put the camo uniform on,
And recieve a shotgun for killin people, I think.
I get to war, meet people, say hello,
All of a sudden, Bang! Bang! Bang!
People dying everywhere.
Misery, Anarchy, Pain.