WAR

• Ruwaydah Shah, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2017

There was no warning
The huge streak of flame in the sky
Came plunging down towards us
A shower of sharp stones and dirt
Covered us the moment it touched the ground
My favorite ice cream shop was nothing but debris
The ground had a mixture of brown, black and red
Swirled together like on a canvas
Men in uniforms with some machine that spit fire
At innocent civilians, my best friend lay dead..
Many screams and cries
Will haunt my dreams
People were all over the place
Not sure of where to run
Who to trust
War..