War Poem

War Poem Of Friendship, Sacrifice, And Grief

My name is Ethan, and I'm 14. I wrote this poem to commemorate my uncle when he told me a story of his best friend passing away in his arms.

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Battle Cry


Published by Family Friend Poems March 2018 with permission of the Author.

Running through the battlefield, bracing for the bang.
Cannons fire near me, metal swords go clang.

Everyone I know and love could flash before my eyes.
Yet I wash out all those scary thoughts and hope that no one dies.

The ringing in my head has overcome my ears.
I watch my best friend kill someone, holding back the tears.

Think about the wives and kids that don't know if we're fine,
sitting through the churching hours, eating bread and wine.

Hoping one day they'll see their dad, running to embrace.
His tired arms wrapped around them, with a smile on his face.

Screaming and horror fills the sweat on my skin,
as I watch my best friend tumble, amongst all of the sin.

I carry him back as I watch him slowly die,
hoping someone hears me scream my battle cry.


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