War is like a thunderstorm,
Roaring through the sky,
Hurting animals and loved ones,
Snatching them before our eyes.

War is but a school fight,
Getting out of hand,
But instead of three or four boys,
It's more than one man.

Peace is like lilies blossoming in leafless trees,
Attracting peace to its surroundings,
Collecting good feelings from people around,
Cradling babies safe and sound.

Peace is like a new baby, just been born,
In a room filled with love,
Being cradled in its mother loving arms,
Having family members adore her from all around.

Why can't our world be like this everyday?

Imani Morris Copper Class, Year 5 Whittingham Primary School