Creative writing: poetry
Why all this war?
It�s not for me to know,
Or try to understand ...
Why all this fighting
Screams across the land.
I wake to a smoldering sun
And nose of horrid cries,
Sounds of a familiar gun,
At first protects, then lies.
To escape smother fearing,
A pretended peace I create.
But no pleasant images near,
In this land of war and hate.
�Mommy, is there danger?�
A hesitant no her reply.
Still the rage of a stranger
Causes my innocence to die.
I�ve felt the knife of pain
At a youthful age of five.
Brothers and sisters slain.
What�s it worth to be alive?
� Annie Clifford
(Note: This was written in response to a photograph of a small boy who was a Rwandan rufegee.)
Annie Clifford is a senior at Laney High School. She plans to attend UNC-Chapel Hill in the fall.
Return to WordSmith homepage.
� 1997 [email protected]
This page hosted by 
Get your own Free Home Page
