War

• Rakeem Chiveto, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2022

The corporeal world has fields of fire, while the underworld has purgatory.
The turmoil of good and evil is not discriminated against by fire as it burns and purifies with ferocious mercy. Everyone must perish and turn to bone. With nowhere to step inside, corpses extend in front of you. I move forward while stepping on them, seeking for what is beyond. Is this the living world or is there another one? My hometown's lonely irony has been transformed into a burnt landscape. As far as the eye can see, there is only everlasting despair. The isolation of wandering in that misery. Emptiness is the end of everything; thoughts are empty, prayers are empty, emptiness is the end of all.