I was just looking through my 15 year old's homework and found a poem he wrote for writing class. I was impressed!
The sirens sound and my fingers turn numb
I grab my belongings and turn to flee
Trying to run from what I cannot see
I think to myself I must have been dumb
Two years enlisted and still things look glum
Heaped in a bunker with more men like me
Search this building, you'll find no show of glee
All that I have is my guilt coated gun
I have done things that I am not proud of
I'm in a place in which I don't belong
Thousands of miles from the things that I love
The days over here are painfully long
My hands are locked in these drab combat gloves
Gun shots ring out to form a morbid song
Written by Max
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