Voices
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Emma Vanrrooy, Grade 7
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Poetry
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2011
I hear the wind carrying voices,
Howling out in fear and pain,
I see the smoke black,
Against the morning sky,
The sun is red,
Blood has been shed,
The voices scream no longer,
The time is come,
What's done is done,
They lived a life that now is lost,
In the ashes of their home they lie,
And the sun in the sky,
Spreads happiness and beauty,
I think sadly of the crudeness it ignores.