TriggerA Poem by Rebecca James age 10yet another poem where someone dies, yes. this is about the war.
Standing knowingly of
What is to come I watch his eyes glow In sense of fatal power And I feel My hands go terribly numb And I know he is Some mothers son With a family, character, And life Its appallingly easy to pull A trigger or lunge with a knife A thought holds me back But not him And as he holds up the gun It seems extremely dim And as he pulls the trigger A dreadful echo in my head Of that child who thew a Ball for fun And now I lay here Dead
© 2012 Rebecca James age 10Author's Note
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StatsAuthorRebecca James age 10Atheist, United KingdomAboutI started this when I was ten and this is some of the writing I did then :) more..Writing
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