Back at home
By Caelan Doherty
Guns and bombs being fired,
Soldiers' bodies getting tired,
Why did war start, nobody knows,
Come at us, you horrible foes,
Wounded soldiers missing houses,
Back at home lived worried spouses.
Bullets being fired into bruised skin,
Poor fathers couldn’t even see the kin.
Thousand of horses being killed by armed forces,
At home was lovely food and delicious sauces,
Here are cheese and crackers and flavourless apples.
For goodness sake hear our cries, they are not fake.