Fighting Poem by Sian Mein

Fighting is what I was taught to do
Shooting them is my career
Every few months, more people that are new
Knowing that death is near.

We fight to save others
But it's not always good news
Enemy's killing our brothers
We don't know who we'll lose.

The shots ring out
The screams and drumming feet
Orders we start to shout
Women and children all get beat.

Bodies led on the ground
From both sides of the field
Blood spreading out all around
From cuts that can't be healed.

To continue this fight
To carry my country's flag on
Through day and night
Until this battle's finally won...

By Sian Mein