Morgan Silvester, Grade 9, Swan Hill College
Bang, crash, boom,
Bomb noises fill the room.
Another scary, terrifying nightmare,
Of how little people seem to care.
Everything that was once so innocent,
Now seemed to be the guilty equivalent.
Children’s playful screams are like soldiers cries of pain,
Every memory I thought I lost was returning again.
Having a disability is something no one wants,
Yet those who least deserve it get the biggest response.
No longer can I run, walk, skip or play,
Instead I sit in a wheeled chair each day.
War is a dark and gloomy place,
Something fought by every race.