My Wish

For all the soldiers who never survived.

You stood by my grave and cried.

As you thought of me, and how hard I tried.

All the poppy's laid there; dried.

You stay there wishing I hadn't died.

My country sent me to fight.

I thought I would be alright.

In war, nothing is hidden from your eye sight.

And every wound was worse than a dogs bite.

It's not like when we were kids, war is no longer a game.

You have to take real weapons and aim.

Next thing you know, you've set the whole thing to flame.

Now all those people are just names.

In the end, I guess I didn't make it back alive.

You all must have hated the way I arrived.

But war is certainly no test drive.

I just wish I could've survived.

By MaKaylee Power