War
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Keesha Costello, Grade 10
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Poetry
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2016
War is as black as a raven swooping in
It smells like flesh burning from its victims
It tastes like the metallic tastelessness of blood
It sounds like the screaming and yelling of men
It feels like a bullet through the heart
It looks like Death walking through a graveyard
War is the cause of death.