Written By Nitya Pancholi (Grade 8)
Crack!
I look around, my vision obscured
The field shaded in tons of red
Was now blurred by a smokescreen
I glanced around the battlefield
My eyes bloodshot and my limb trembling
A ringing
Silence
People say a fatal gun wound is one unheard
For the remaining seconds in which I had strength
To grasp onto my life
Red was all I could see
Death
An inevitable fate
And a concept during life
However on the battlefield
An expectation
A reality
Featured Image Courtesy – Politico
