Perhaps
Perhaps one day I will see
The clear blue sky smiling back at me
But right now all I see is the dark grey sky laughing at me.
Perhaps one day I will hear
The sound of birds singing
But right now the sound of bullets being sprayed at the foe
Are like giants footsteps.
Perhaps I will taste the delicious roast dinner
Prepared by loving mother
But right now the rumbling of the starving
Matches the rumble of the guns.
War is no-mans’ land because no-man is left standing
But I look to you my mother for the strength to make it through
And one day I hope I will be back home celebrating with you.
A commemoration from a pupil
at Downfield Primary
School.
Downfield Primary School Year 6