War

• Connor Campbell, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2016

War is a type of medicine that tastes like crap, but it's effective in the end.

It tastes like drinking raw vinegar from a mud straw out from the desert.

Sounds like the crying baby on a plane, but every passenger is a baby without its rug, dummy or mum.

It feels like a thousand volts of electricity on your body whilst swimming in hydrochloric acid after being cut all over.

It looks like someone getting bullied, but you want to help. You're just as weak as the next.

War spreads like melted butter on a cold as ice bread.