My Life
By: Lucien (11yrs) Aspen Park Elementary
I don't want to fight.
I want to go home.
Look at me, it's clearly shown.
Cuts and bruises on my body.
Wish I could run away without a trace.
Need someone to love me every day.
Why do they torture me this way?
I am not made to kill.
I'm waiting for someone to fulfill,
that empty space they call my heart.
Listen! I am not a killer!
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Why
By: Liam (11yrs) Aspen Park Elementary
Why, why do you give me this gun?
Why do you hold me by the shoulder?
Do you expect me to run?
Why, why do you give me this sash,
it really hurts it feels like a rash.
Why, Why do you tell me no,
what do you mean I can't go home?
You can hit me you can hurt me in lots of
ways, but I will not join you any day.
Why, why do you think I will
you can't fight me against my will
Why, this is why... I am not a soldier.
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