Wars

• Elle Mcgowan, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2021

storms and brewing
soldiers are dying
cannons are booming
we all are crying
wars will never end
peace will never start
our lives will take a bend
then nothing can mend the heart
innocents are never safe
children are crying mum
unless we slow the pace
and someone puts down a gun
warriors funerals will come some day
thee who puts down the first gun
will be the one who saves the day
and we will live to see the sun