The End Is Near

• Lauren Hill, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2018

The goal was to have peace
But at what cost
Silence, bullets stop;
Guns drop and bombs left alone
We took our last breath and we drop,
The end had arrived, the last bomb blown,

“Paper, paper read all about it”
The war was over and everyone knew
Families heard and weren’t afraid to shout it,
Sat in church at their pew

Over the hills they appeared;
The men who were still around,
All the uniforms covered and smeared,
Silence fell on the town;

Some men didn’t make it home that day,
They fell through the oceans foam