this war
is made with fire
and fear
I am sad as
the wind blow
on my cold dirty hands
I think about
my family
and friends
I will
leave this war
and see them again
but something has just hit me
i fall to the ground
as the pain runs fiercely
through my body
as i slowly die
i cry
knowing i will never
see them again.
Gone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well done Luke that is really really good x x