Immobilised
I hear screaming,I look around
At all these people,dead on the ground
A few are bleeding,a lot are dead
The stains of blood come from their heads
They have been head shot,I use their helmets as a pot
The helmets over flow with blood
It starts to go all over the mud
I start to hear more guns,that’s the end of my chums.
By Kaila.
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