Wasted

• Madeleine Morrison, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2009

Wasted
Their lives, scrap pieces of paper.
Wasted
The once sandy shores, now stained red.
Wasted
The once sparkling water, like a pool of endless torture.
Wasted
The uneccessary tears their families cried.
Wasted
Like no other, the bloody sight
Wasted
The land, a black hole of greed.
Wasted; everything; wasted.