Death And Destruction

• Ariana Childs, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2018

The trees howled and whistled, a pitiful sound,
Condemned and trapped for eternity into
The empty shell that war brought about.
The grass as dead as the bones that littered the trench
Crunched and as it did I munched.
I had not eaten for a week.
Empty shells littered the floor, both from bombs and humans.
Admist all the death and destruction here I stood,
A mere street rat.
Horses and humans and hungry hares,
All staggered about, horses tangling their manes.

Again the wind howled ,
This time I listened to it,
“ Have faith” the trees said.
I did and in doing so all feelings induced to nothing, Flowing out to the moon- Our one beacon of hope