A Little Poetry

In My Home

We hide in the bunkers

away from our foe

We train for the worst

and fight for our freedom

We stand tall and strong

with no fear of our fate

So much death

So much sorrow,

In my home.

Sometimes we stuggle

but always pull through

In my home

In my home.

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Hey readers! so this poem I found on a scrap paper in one of my old binders. From grade six. So it turns out that I did write a little bit of poetry when I was younger.