Friday, May 1, 2015

Anzac Poetry

The War
The black sky explodes before my eyes,

I look at the world knowing that I could be saying “Farewell”.

I try not think of my father.

He was a brave soldier and although he’s gone he’s still in my heart and soul,

The big crowd lingers forward as I fall to the ground,

The air already smells like a blood bath,

I quickly get up and get ready for battle.