War

• Elodie Higgins, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2009

The sunset looked like hope
But all had disappeared with it.
Hope, passion and men
Fighting for their children
And their sad families,
Huddled around the fires
Crying and hoping for the best
While the worst was their fate.
In the morning with all that was left
The men fought
But all they saw was blood of their friends
All they heard were screams of pain
And gunshots flying past their ears.
War. War, the enemy of peace,
The enemy of everything,
The enemy of life.