War-Draw

• Angus Roth, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2019

The loom hung in the air, the envisioning scared my innocent mind.
The faint, but close vibrational sounds of warfare racked and echoed through the plains.
Children screaming and crying, throwing their bodies in a lifeless motion of mourning despair over there slaughtered mothers.
Pain and torment were bulging as the augury of the shady night.
The killing of children and their parents, people, real people with real emotions and relationships.
The blood thirsty dirt of the ground, soaking up the lives of the dead…