Wars

• Isla Griffiths, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2022

Wars will never end.
The bloodshed, the guns, the suffering, the brutal deaths.
Violent fields of shooting and diseases being spread.
Fire blasting out, people injured left and right,
No one will work it out!
The sky grows dark, gloomy, and sad with so many assaults.
The poppies to remember.
The nations won't stop until they surrender!
The betrayal and dreadful screams are distantly heard.
The losses we will always remember.
Bombs blasting in the field.
Everything's quiet, what could it be?
They have surrendered, how could that be?
Everyone is happy but sad at the most.
The poppies bloom 1 by 1.
Never forget brave soldiers who died for our freedom and rights.