Let There Be Peace

• Ifra Khan, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2022

Greyness covered the now wretched homes,
Sorrow and fear rooted in my heart,
Splashes of blood coloured every broken wall,
My city, tainted by this abstract art.

I stand in line among muttering faces, masked with fear,
As tanks filled with soldiers begin to depart,
Loaded with bombs, guns and battle gear,
A sudden sharpness tore through the sky, tearing everything apart.

For now I watch teary-eyed at my loved ones’ graves,
Their innocence stolen in devastating attacks,
A prisoner of conscience, have I become?
For freedom, I now ache to get back.

I can only dream of a world spared,
Finally free and released,
Where all the bounties of Earth are shared,
Where once again there can be peace.