A poem from Xavier Marrs, aged 12.
What you did to me
You came at me with crude weapons,
Attacking me in a matter of seconds,
I will just become a legend.
My tusks are long,
My feet are strong,
But you are a terrifying throng.
I swing at you,
With my two,
But you knew that too.
I try to roar,
You need more,
My pain is still raw.
I hear your call,
I do not want to fall,
My family are lines on your wall.
You wanted my meat and my blood,
Bringing me down with a thud,
Crusting me with mud.
You rip my skin,
And just grin,
Not caring for your new sin.
