As I Walk Through the Graves

Our soldiers, fought and fell,
Trying to save is from the grasp of hell.
Battle cries and gunshot blows,
And yet our soldiers hope still flows.
More and more sign up to die,
Bravely keeping their head held high,
And as I walk through these graves,
I cry for they were slaves,
Of this endless war,
Full of pain, grief and more.
We cannot begin to understand,
And yet some still demand,
That our soldiers fight and fall.

By Willow Atkins Yr9