War
We sat at home alone that night
When others, they went out to fight
We heard the sound of shotgun shells
While the many, many soldiers fell
And we waited patiently in this sanctuary
That we call *Hell
By rules of war we all were bound
All hoping to hear that wonderful sound
Of newscasters telling us we'd won
And all our men alive were found
For if this war were gratefully won
We wouldn't hate the dawning sun;
Happily we'd sing and dance
If we had them on the run
-Athene
January 27, 2001
A/N: Reading Tomorrow when the War Began By John Marsden inspired this poem.
*Hell is a place in the stories, and the legal properyy of John Marsden