Poems for Peace competition – Highly Commended: Izzy Crane
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Poems for Peace Competition: read Izzy Crane's Highly Commended poem.
Not Pieces, Peace
The screeching of air-raid sirens from WW2,
Frantic prayers to god in the middle of confusion,
The dreaded silence after the bombs have fallen,
The rivers of blood staining our earth,
Fires of hatred burning through us,
Pained screams from the soldiers at the front,
Innocent people dropping one by one,
The plaques filled to the brim of people we once knew,
Peace is the happiness when my Grandpa taught me to row over the silent sea.
12 years old
Oxford Spires Academy