Poem: War

War

People in war
Getting killed
Heads getting blown
Of
You have to watch
Your back at all time
You don’t click clap POW
You’re dead
And then you have to
Watch your step
Click oh dang claymore
In the ground POW your
Blown up
You are dead now
Families are crying now
Their little baby’s are dead
Now is you funeral
You laying their dead
You brother is crying, sad, mad
He tells his mom
I’m going to war
as soonest he steps
pang headshot with a
sniper
dang your dead to.