War
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Selma Ulutas, Grade 9
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Poetry
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2018
How can she not know,
That this play reminds me of home?
Where everyone was friends,
me and my brother played outside
My hair whipping in the wind which drowned out my laughter.
But that was all before the sirens.
Now, what used to be a peaceful and colourful place,
is now lifeless with bloodshed.
Now holds the graves of thousands of people
family, friends, neighbours... and babies
those little ones…