The cannon flashes,

the men beside hunker down.

Their lives before them.

All eighteen and unaware

of the weight the cannon holds.


The cold is neutral.

There is shrapnel in the air.

The soldiers are all frightened.

All eighteen and unaware

of the enemy attack.


This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world
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