At school we are doing a slam poetry competition. I decided to do a duo with my friend and this is how it goes. It is called Endgame:
I turn around, and around again; shot my gun,
There was sweat trickling down my face,
I heard the bushes rustling,
And knew I should pick up my pace.
I explored the forest, knowing the boss was close,
Exploring every camp, ammo box, anything I could scavenge,
And yet I hear a huge ROAR,
And I knew we needed revenge.
I pushed and pushed, but couldn’t get the thought out of my mind,
I found the boss at the end of the forest.
A plume of smoke, a cloud of dust: I collapsed,
And I knew I had come the furthest.
My skin was black with dust,
My world was tipping, my head was spinning when
the boss closed upon me,
And I thought I had lost the battle.
I got shot down,
The boss might have won this game,
But with a little hope, yes – just a little hope,
I started again and jumped off the plane.
The parachute deployed,
as I felt the wind pin me back,
As I fell through the air,
A thought began to track:
If the world works together,
Holds hands, protects the earth, stops pollution, with a real solution
Maybe, just maybe, we will all know that,
the boss will be defeated in … the Endgame.