Burning

Burning by Mataio Austin Dean, age 14

Pushing through the vegetable patch,
So many people screaming,
But we're used to it now
As the planes come over
Dropping death,
Sirens wailing,
Corrugated metal closing in,
Teddy bears hugged to bits
All over the country,
Little children holding the legs
Of their mummies,
Dog fights,
Angry fights,
Loud fights,
Gun fights.
So many fights
Hanging in the air.
Houses burning,
Turning the sky bright red
The colour of dawn.
Waiting...
Silence
Drops and falls
Like never before.
I'm behind the bar
Just for another few years -
They say,
Whilst bombs whistle
Past
And all my engravings ache.
So I lie here dreaming of that day,
The last time I was a god,
In Portsmouth,
A metal god.