Let the white be seen
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Timothy White, Grade 5
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Poetry
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2006
Guns go off.
Fires blaze.
Many die.
Nothings proved.
Yet guns still go off and fires still blaze.
I raise the white, yet nobody listens.
Nobody sees the white.
Buildings crumble, soldiers die.
Nothing can be worth what I’m seeing now.
I plea for them to see the white.
Bullets still fly, people still die.
And now I know my attempts are in vain.
And the war continues.