War

• Lucy Gracen, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2009

WAR

My tears have turned to acid
And as they trickle down my face
My skin burns and chares,
Blacked as the sky at new moon
I do not cry out though,
I do not scream as the burning liquid runs across my skin
Creating rivers in my face,

My limbs are charred and twisted,
Stunted in growth,
People look at me and scream,
They run in terror at the sight of my ruined face
I am their nightmare
They show me no mercy, they beat me till death
Yet they cannot kill me,
For each time they leave me I get up
More horrible looking then before

They do not know how to kill me,
They do not know who created me,
But as I hear them fighting each other,
Ripping each other apart

I cry tears of acid
For I am the cause of all this
I am the cause of the death
The cause of anguish and torment
To these people lost forever in their heads
Because they have looked upon my face
And know the horrors that are to come

For they created me,
They turned my tears to acid
They twisted my limbs and stunted my growth
They changed my name from what is was
Forever I live to punish them
For no matter how hard they try to kill me
They bring me back to life
With their greed and lust and jealousy
For I am war