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This poem is dedicated to the victims of the Columbine tragedy and their
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Columbine is Broken

A century ends in disgrace,
Reflections of the human race,
Rainbows born out of misty tears,
And no one sees and no one hears;

Near rocky slopes of mountains high,
Thirteen white doves rise in the sky,
Symbolic wings rustle above,
In memory of kids we love;

Words of grief should not be spoken,
Now that Columbine is broken,
From our living souls teardrops bleed,
Like gems on which Satan will feed;

A sea of ribbons, blue and white,
Cloaks the land in reverent light,
Only time will erode the pain,
Departing earth was not in vain;

Thirteen points of light deep in space,
Illuminate a holy place,
Oh, Columbine Constellation,
Guide us toward God's salvation.

©1999 Robert Jaunsen

LONG NIGHTMARE

Killing soilders, black and white.
Not caring which side they are on.
Friends and foes bleeding helplessly.
All my lifes morals, gone.

Surrounded by moaning bodies,
It raining warm red blood.
Shooting ever movement,
While crawling through the mud.

Knowing I might never serviv this,
I might never see my family again.
I would give and stop fighting,
But th thoughts of my wife keeps me sane.

At night you can hear the soilders,
Resighting the god lords prey.
I remember their voices vividly,
It was lie a long nightmare.

Nichola Firth
6.2.99

Oh what a lovely war

Soldiers marching through muddy trenches with heavy pride,
War weighing on their shoulders like a giant anvils.
Once clean uniforms, now covered with blood, sweat and tears.
Not knowing if they’ll live to see another day,
Writing letter of hope to their wifves everyday, receiving non in return.
Shifting from trench to trench, station to station.
Food and water on their minds, stomach twisting hunger.
Deaf by the sounds of shells dropping from the sky like rain.
Blinded by the clouds of gas that hung in the air, burning the skin like fire.
Friends drop behind never to be seen again, many lay injured, dying in pools of blood.
Screaming for help, a savour, a miracle. You have to walk on by.
No sleep, no rest, no food, no love, Your a patriot.
Oh what a lovely war.

Nichola Firth
16.3.99

MY WAR

when i awake i am at peace
when i walk out my door
i am at war

war to make something of my self
war to protect my family and my health
war to stay strong and gain money and wealth

this war is the hardest thing
it beats on me with everything
it beats my soul
it beats my pride
it trys to destroy everything inside
this war even attacks my pride

beat me,hurt me,even kill me
but this war will never break me
we will battle forever of
until my life ends and death takes me
with this war i have within me .

Scottie Qualls

WAR

Bombs drop on our town,
All the people stand and frown.
You can hear them all through the night,
I huddle in a corner frozen with fright.
The lights have gone out, it's a power cut.
I cover my ears and my eyes are held shut.
I here the sirens, I hear a crash.
I here a whimper and then a splash.
I feel for mother, I cry here name.
I feel a warm puddle, the war is to blame.
I sit and weep all through the night.
Holding my mother's body tight.
Then I prey for all my friends,
As my world comes to an end.

Nichola Firth

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