Narrative Writing

Tech Reflect

ANZAC POEM

Tragic Day

I sit here a wait with sadness and hate

For my father and mother have died of their chosen fate,

Blood slowly spills on the mud,

  I sit with silence and no sound as I watch my                parents lay on the ground,   

I pray for my parents and the dead for I think this could be the end,

I see people's blood splattered on the wall and people's organs on the floor,

I hear BANG BANG BANG and I can hear people getting stabbed,

Blood boiled black as the bullets penetrated their skin,

The guns bullets burst out like turning a light on and off,   

people souls gone to a safe place,

washed away for they can never live another day,

as the sun skips across the sky many more soldiers dye.