not my poem but very good:
The airsoft war begins
I don’t know what to do
I cling to others
How will I make it through?
The bb’s flying
Dust everywhere
Getting shot
Not giving a care
The people yelling
Yelling at me
“Get out of the way!”
I stare helplessly
The middle of the war
The hardest part
I can see victory coming
There is joy in my heart
I’m rolling in mud
Sliding in dirt
Bugs in my hair
Leaves on my shirt
Near the end of the war
I’m feeling so tired
My gun feels so heavy
I’m almost expired
“Charge!”, we all yell
See the fear in their eyes
Shooting like crazy
They’re dropping like flies
After we won
We felt so triumphant
We crushed them like
Soft mushy crumpets
Is this boy crazy?
You think in dismay.
No, I’m just living
The airsoft way.
By:Nick Boustead