Over There Poem by Joanna Hamilton

Whistles fill the sky
Day and night
We are here
Most will not go back
Try as we might
We all shall die

The gunshots sound
The planes dropp their bombs
On unsuspecting civilians
And servicemen alike

The sky is cloudy all day
It cries for us
And we drown in its tears
The rivers from within
Mix with the earth
And we are one again

We are here, but
To the rest of the world,
Our families back home,
We are “Over There.”