
Bang…bullets go by
planes in the sky,
dropping bombs.
Now soldiers die, their
medics running for lives.
Mums and children cry.
Let us remember,
What they did for us.
By Imogen

Bang…bullets go by
planes in the sky,
dropping bombs.
Now soldiers die, their
medics running for lives.
Mums and children cry.
Let us remember,
What they did for us.
By Imogen

