Death Spreading
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Jorja Griffin, Grade 10
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Poetry
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2021
War is like grey intensive clouds approaching
It tastes like the last word you can't say
It smells of fear of the young lives that are lost
It looks like men and boys waiting to go home
It feels tiring having to wait for a command
It sounds like a constant shattering of explosions
war is a spread of death across the horizon