Perhaps

 

 

Perhaps I could be listening

To calming music in my warm cosy bed

But right now I can hear bullets

Flying like crows over my head.

 

Perhaps I could be throwing a ball

To my caring and loving dog

But right now I’m throwing a grenade

 Like a paper aeroplane.

 

Perhaps one day I could be eating dinner

(Roast dinner)

But right now the rumble of my tummy

 Is matching the noise of the bullets.

 

War is no-mans’ game

No man living

No man standing

 My hope is someone will guide me through

So I can be home

With you.

                                                                                          

 

 

A commemoration from a pupil at Downfield Primary School.

Downfield Primary School Year 6