War is like swords touching,
Babies dying,
As soon as they are born.
Long lasting tears down your face,
War is like trees collapsing.
Animals suffering.
Families regretting.
Gunshots getting louder and louder.
War is like nature crumbling.
Less people everyday.
A body with no heart,
Mars crashing on our planet.
Peace is like a new beginning,
Roses blooming all around.
Birds flying through sunsets,
Babies giggling till midnight.
Peace is like trees sweetly growing,
Animals running wild and free.
Peace is like waves splashing,
And the world gracefully living.
By Zoe Onatoye
Bronze Class,
Year Five,
Whittingham Primary School
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