Perhaps one day I will come home to you

But right now the mud and bombs are reeking of death and missing you the sky’s are dark and grey

 

Perhaps one day I will be with you laying in the grass and looking at the clouds then gazing at each other

But right now the smoke and the dead body’s on the floor is traumatizing

 

Perhaps one day I will see you sitting on that wall were we first met and my heart will pump with joy.

But right now my heart is being beaten by bullets going through like glass.

 

Perhaps one day this war will end and I will see you again.

But right now it is a living nightmare full of destruction and a lot of people screaming of death and a worlepool of tears.  

 

By Ciaran 10 6c

Downfield Primary School Year 6