War, A Form Of Hell
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Olivia Brown, Grade 6
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Poetry
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2010
A gunshot cracks the silence
Plane propellers whir fiercely scarring the air with a bloody stain
A deafening array of fire pops, the wind pouring with smoke
Screams pierce the moment as the black shrivelled wings of a plane plummet to the ground
As a blood red petal falls from its droopy stem another life gets wasted
A whimper echoes around the room then a landslide of tears fall like rain, making a rippled puddle of sadness
A letter lands in the mailbox, slashed with scarlet, as the seel gets opened a glimmer of hope hangs in the air
Someone’s heart shatters like a porcelain bowl that fell when they hear the news
They know that they have seen their loved ones face for the last time