POEMS

War, the sadist of time.

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ar, the sadist of time

An unending but stoppable macabre

Benefiting our fear and the commotion

Taking out our time

New to some but decrepit to others

An orgy of killing

The cries of the fallen which acts as war’s hors d’oeuvres

The cries ranging over 70 decibels

Esoteric but understandable

So ominous it is

Making things all wrong

Like a glitch in a machine

Why war, the destruction of all

Why vent your wrath on us

We are but mere tools

Regulated by a string of emotions

Stop and calm your wrath

Stop increasing wreaths put around graves

Conciliatory we will be

To put an end to you

War the sadist of time

Life

L

ife is a cycle

It goes round and round

Bad memories go away to sooth you

And can come back to haunt

So for good memories

Where all goes well

Life is not black and white

It has a dogma to be followed

Esoteric it is, if you are not fit

It has a lot like a parrot

Multicoloured and nice life is

Bad and uncomforting it can be as well

Tune your life

Like a radio with no glitch

To be clear and satisfactory

Like passing wind, it should flow free and gently

That is life

Live it well, for no regrets

Creator: Akuliga Elisha

             Student, faith hill community school.

             Junior High School 3.

              11/30/2012