WAR

• Adrian Kustura, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2009

The front line full of fear and hatred for the other country.
The gunshots started as the missiles were loaded,
Dirt mud and blood on me.
People screaming, people dying, people praying
for their lives to be saved.
Why were we their.
What was the point of this?
People being put to there deaths.
But the war goes on.
The war will not be over quick.
But we have to have faith that we will survive.
As it became more silent
the screams suddenly stoped.