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World War 2
by Arjun, Grade 6, Melbourne (Australia)

I hear gunshots and screams,

Oh, how I wish this was a dream.

The sun is falling,

While I hear my family calling.


Thousands of traps I'm running around in laps,

My best friend is dead

And I will be next to him in his graveyard bed


Hitler is bitter,

And if I had the chance I’d throw him in the litter.

Then i felt a beam go through my broken heart,

And i hope everyone will remember me as smart.


I am now dead,

I have not made it to my best friends bed.

I am a ghostly figure,

But life only gets bigger.

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