A War That Never Ends

March 11, 2011
By Jena.Ez SILVER, Beirut, Other
Jena.Ez SILVER, Beirut, Other
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Whistling sounds
Of crushing and burning
Missle-ing sounds
A rainfall of warning
Cuddling up, hairs sticking straight out
No one can believe what is happening now
But looking from a child’s point of view
I could understand this hatred wasn’t new
It happened at school, in the play-ground of course
But a different kind of war, with far more remorse
All was selfish
All was arrogant
For what others wanted was something absent
Maybe it was just all a fragment of my imagination
For I was only a child
Lost and confused by this exhaust of worry around me
What happened to the rights of humanity?
What’s happened with love, careness and equality?
Wasn’t the Earth supposed to be one big community?
Planes all around
‘But do not fear my fellow citizens!
Our army will send them a rebound!
For if they become a disgrace, we will outrace!’
I, as a child, find this foolish and wild.
Weren’t adults meant to fight for the better results?
As I learn here, this information is incorrect
They too, have their faults
But the rules of humanity must not be treated with neglect
Respect is what we lack
Whistling sounds.
Of crushing and burning
Missle-ing sounds
A rainfall of warning
Cuddling up, hairs sticking straight out
A war has begun
A war is continued
A war that never ends
Just keeps being renewed

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This article has 2 comments.

Maryam said...
on Apr. 4 2011 at 12:13 pm
Jena, you recently asked me how long it took before I got my TeenInk story published, and I told you I didn't remember. I could tell you were worried that you had no reply, and I didn't think for a second that this was what you had submitted. There is always a risk of not getting published, but you had not showed me this piece. It is not surprising at all that it has been submitted. I knew that you were an extraordinary person, but I had no idea you were such an incredible writer as well. I loved this piece, you were really able to capture the essence of the fear and hurt and confusion each of us felt growing up here in Beirut. Thank you. This was amazing. Great job(I'm doing my best not to sound too much like a teacher, but whatever) I love you. Please keep writing :)

on Apr. 4 2011 at 3:02 am
Jena, great poem!


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