Remember My Cry

My father had left to fight for my country all I remember is the worried face he had, my father survived the fight against Hungary but the Germans made him fall with blood on his hands, for years I waited in terrible worry hoping he would return, now I remember from none but a poppy and I hope the world has learnt, remember my cry and war brings you no good only regret in return.

The sound of bullets I can hear my body trembles in horrific fear, my allies are crooked, there's a chill down my spine death is near.

By Antoine