Through the Eyes of Another
David, Age 14, Sugar Land, TX

As I emerge from my home,
I notice the fresh air masked with cigarette smoke,
I am unwillingly removed from my case,
But now rest in a ditch,
As I am lifted up in the air,
I am constantly poked and prodded,
The time has come to play again,
I go forward back and forward once more,
It is as if I am on a swing,
I jump off suddenly,
And hit the floor running,
It is clean and freshly oiled,
As I approach the end,
There are ten solid soldiers standing their ground,
I charge with ferocity and hit them dead,
It was just a start though,
For I must go through nine more wars.

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