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                                    THE WAR IS OVER

Hearing the bangs,

The screams of fear,

I had to keep running,

I shed a tear.

I felt a nip searing,

the back of my leg,

I dropped to the ground,

I thought I was dead.

The pain was still there,

I sighed with relief,

My eyes looked back,

In disbelief.

The thump of heavy boots,

came nearer and nearer,

a gun to my back,

I felt the bearer.

Praying for life,

I was told to stand,

Play dead play dead,

But I raised a hand.

Turning around,

looking face to face,

a young man stood,

feeling out of place.

I knew that a killing,

wouldn't occur,

this boy still had the eyes,

of a youngster.

He was looking down,

to scared to make the move,

his finger clenching the trigger,

right on the groove.

His finger moved slowly,

away from the gun,

a tear to his eye,

he wanted to run.

The facial expression,

I've seen it before,

then I remebered,

I wore it in my first war.

I reached out my hand,

to comfort him with joy,

a shot rang out,

killing this young boy.

I screamed in anger,

the last shot was sound,

the war was over,

I fell to the ground.

I wrote this poem last year, I was 14 and I only used my imagination to think of what it might be like to see a young boy of the opposition being killed. To see the innocence in their face. I am now 15 and I am very interested in the Vietnam War. If you didn't like my poem then I would like to say I am sorry for not portraying the right kind of feeling and emotion that you (if you were there) might have experienced.