War

• Nicholas Hartley, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2016

War is the colour of black death claiming its victims.
It tastes like sweat trying to stay alive.
It smells like smoke fogging up the sky.
It looks like a nightmare come to life.
It feels like heartache seeing the red blood of your fallen soldiers.
It sounds like explosions taking peoples lives too short.
War is hatred spread across a nation.