War is like a boxing match,
But not only one gets hurt.
People getting separated,
Like a major fire alert.

War is like people asleep,
(Never woken up)
As dry as a drought,
Volcanoes starting to erupt,
So many people die, you can't count.

War is like the sun, burning the Earth,
Earth separating from the moon in Complete darkness,
like a school fight.
All people have is memories to hold on tight.

Peace is a rose, blossoming from Tree to tree,
like finding a friend,
forever key.

Peace is like a bird finding it's family,
A baby giggling.
If the world was like this,
How happy would you be?

By Carla Kirkwood
Bronze Class,
Year Five,
Whittingham Primary School