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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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