Unending War

• Ethan Benedicto, Grade 8B
• Poetry
• 2015

Guns loaded, and clothes on,

As they prepare for the summer dawn.

No breakfast no water,

Not 'ven wash they don't bother.

Cleanliness didn't matter,

As armor started to clatter.

The Reds were ready, ready to kill

They were as hot as fire, they just couldn't "chill".

They started their march to the battle-site,

The Blues were the ones they couldn't abide.

They shone they glittered and they were always clean,

They were kind they were gentle they were never mean.

The Blues always care about their appearances,

Well, they had their differences.

The Reds scatter, the Blues stick

The Reds beetles, the Blues a brick.

They neared and neared,

So close they could see each other’s beards.

The Reds were savage and the Blues behaved,

Only one thing left, war is to be waged.

Dirtiness and tidiness always battled each other,

If you listened carefully, you could hear the slaughter.

Dirt scatter, soap stick

The dirt the beetles, the soap the brick.

In the end, the Blues are the Queen

It is better off to be clean.

People they say they've stopped battles, broken the rising bar,

But remember this, there will always be war.