War

• Roxanne Lazarus, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2011

War is like a raging forest fire.
War is an army of lost souls,
Groping in the dark.

The booming gunshots spreading terror,
The crunching of tanks crushing a path.
Planes flying, crashing,
Brave soldiers falling into the dirt.
The stench of blood, of death, filling the air,
Fresh air seeming so far away.

What is gained by war, when so much is lost?
Why do we wish to become murderers?
Killing, pain, sadness, grief and horror,
That is what war is.