The War
Oh, no, I was running out of time,
soon I would have to fight someone I didn’t want to fight.
I could tell I was running out of time,
The sky was coming alight.
My shattering bones made a rattling sound in their place,
My face turned pale white as I heard a ‘BOOM,’
I could taste the dirty air running into my mouth,
Where was it coming from? It might infect my heath,
It was then I noticed that the war had started,
I was so nervous that I accidentally farted.
I could smell the smoke going up my nose,
Now I was tremberling in my heavy clothes,
I could hear my comrade being shot,
and screaming to the ground.
It was happening everywhere,
Left, right and all around.
Now I wish that I had never came,
And now I know that the war is no game!
By Leah McAnnalley
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