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ok...i tried to write this poem in about 5 minutes...this is my first draft...but ofcourse the last draft could be nothing like the one i start with...it usually isnt...anyways...i need to write a poem for a school compitition on the following topic:
- looking at the worl through the eyes of someone else.
i chose a palestinian/iraqi kid/person.
i was told that if this poem wins, it will be put in an anthology...exactly which one, i do not know.
anyways...i need you guys' help...this is how you may help me...imagine your day in iraq/palestine...give me as much details as you can and give me 'a day in the life of a palestinian/iraqi kid/person'...
i hope i make sense.
anyways...this is the poem:
A shattered world
The earth dried and arid
Smoke bellowing
Clogging my nostrils; my senses
Life wasn’t this hard before
It only began a few years ago
The gunfire, the bullets, the missiles;
They weren’t always present
Once this world was different shades,
Of green, red, blue, yellow
But now, all I see is red
In the pitch black darkness of the night
Walking down the path
I remember the children;
Their laughter, smiles and cries
Now filled with the hushed silence
Once there were pools of cool water
Blood has now replaced these pools
Fear grips my heart,
Never to let go
But even in this fear gripped heart of mine,
There exists a cocoon of hope;
A light in the darkness,
Warmth; and a guide to freedom.
The earth dried and arid
Smoke bellowing
Clogging my nostrils; my senses
Life wasn’t this hard before
It only began a few years ago
The gunfire, the bullets, the missiles;
They weren’t always present
Once this world was different shades,
Of green, red, blue, yellow
But now, all I see is red
In the pitch black darkness of the night
Walking down the path
I remember the children;
Their laughter, smiles and cries
Now filled with the hushed silence
Once there were pools of cool water
Blood has now replaced these pools
Fear grips my heart,
Never to let go
But even in this fear gripped heart of mine,
There exists a cocoon of hope;
A light in the darkness,
Warmth; and a guide to freedom.
any criticism or stupid laughter is welcome...more than welcome really.