WAR

• Martin Widjaja, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2007

Their comes a time where worlds collide,
And superpowers must coincide.
But food, land and water call,
To end a war in genocide.

We fight our wars with guns and armours,
To drive out all the small-time farmers,
To kill, and end these pointless wars,
To rebalance all the evil karma.

We move through countries in blind anger,
Hunting for a man like a drunken mangler.
We go into places for needs,
We are the killers: we are the wranglers.

Their comes a time where worlds collide,
We must learn to coincide.
We must make peace, at the call,
To avoid all this genocide.