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