the battle

By: Stephanie Bell

He finally got his weapons
Through wind and trees,
Hearing the screams of death
He prayed on his knees.

He thought of his family
His heart beating fast,
He really hoped the love
and peace would last.

The battle was horrifying,
People lay dead,
He sat cried,
Burying his head.

What a relief,
It was finally over.
They lost, they cried, they died,
But the lucky ones were able to survive.