Behold, across the barren land
Are men in suits, guns in hand
Coming forth from fog and haze
To set these golden fields ablaze
And they look on
Not knowing…
The general mounts and gives a shout
Don’t spare ‘em, we’ll wipe ‘em out
All the men they whoop and cheer
At the thought of battle, hope, no fear
And they saddle up
Not knowing…
He turns his steed and starts off north
He spurs, he whips, he charges forth
Fury rushes through his veins
He gives a shout, Let loose the reins
And so they follow
Not knowing…
As they clear the fence of wire
The enemy guns before them fire
A hail of bullets, bombs and shells
The air is thick with screams and yells
And yet they charge on
Not knowing…
Around them men and horses fall
The wounded, from the ground they call
Perhaps a friend or stricken foe
But orders were to onward go
And so they ride away
Not knowing…
The general yells, ignore the slaughter
Defend, come hell or high water
As the machine guns open fire
They fight back but soon they tire
And still they hope
Not knowing…
Now only one young man remains
His whitened knuckles grip the reins
He grits his teeth and draws a breath
And stares into the face of death
And he smiles
Knowing…
Contributed by: Keya Bergeron-Verma, Age 14, B.D. Somani International School
Wow!!👏
Very intense and interesting