I’m a shining star living over the battlefield, the sky is as dark as crows and I only dream of a day where death doesn’t happen in front of my eyes. I wonder why every day many people fall to the ground, I wish I could help but I know there’s nothing I can do. I watch these people, I follow them until they fall like the rest of them. I don’t no who’s good or who’s bad, or even if there is a good or bad. I want to go back to the good life were poppies grew and birds sang and butterflies were found in the wind! But now it’s just war. But I keep shining.
I am a songbird singing around the battle field, it would be a nice day like the old ones if the guns didn’t go off every second of it. I’m not cheering for any team, but I sing when part of their team falls to the ground, like a bird freshly shot by an arrow. I slowly step on the old mossy wooden fence surrounding what I don’t want to see I wonder why the world is so dark here this can only go on for so long right? What happens when it ends. I remember when you could hear the crickets at night without even listening and golden yellow and ruby red fire flies circled the land! But now it’s just war. But I keep singing.
I am a fox my fur is golden red I hunt these woods like a king lion. I see the people fighting, they’re killing each other like they kill the foxes in these woods these people they like killing. As I tip-toe on the soft crumbling fall leaves I hear screams and shouts and death. I don’t know what I think of this I’m not leaping of joy but I’m not crying of fear they’re not hurting me their gun shots just keep me awake at night. I don’t think I care. I just keep hunting.
I am a pond my water is rising to the air soon there will be no more me! I used to be a blue pond with fish and lily pads topped of with golden morning dew I was the peaceful place the place were the stars shine and the song birds sing and the foxes hunt the woods. I don’t know what to do I wish somebody or something could save me please I begging you stop the fighting I’m scared I’m really scared! At night I pray that I’ll see the sun again and one day somebody fell to the ground and blood slowly dripped into me please save me somebody please!
I am George McLean, I remember the first day I came here I was scared of death I asked myself questions over and over again that I knew couldn’t be answered like when I die where will I go? Will people remember me? I had this feeling in me this feeing that I couldn’t get rid of like I might live this feeling deep down that I will live but then I face facts that its most likely I’m going to die I don’t know what to do I’m worried. I’m doing the right thing I’m going to be okay I’m going to be okay, but I know that’s not true! I want to run away and never come back just leave this place but I know I can’t why did I do this I ask myself why?