War

• Rhayne Taylor, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2016

War is the colour of Red, White and Blue.
War smells like the rotting body laying next to me.
War tastes like the dirt flicking up into my mouth.
War feels like my heart has been pulled out of my chest and ripped to shreds.
War sounds like the continuous guns shooting.
War looks like a country throwing a three year temper tantrum.
War is anger and hatred spread across a nation.