Petty concerns
Such as pipes and slippers
Matter not here
Instead, we batter a never-ending war
Fighting ourselves and the enemy
If we were an orchestra
We would be the drum
Marching proud
Only to fail
Nothing changes here
I remember not
My family is but a dream
There are only the guns
The blood
And constant death
I remember not
The towers of my homeland
The sweet smell of boiled sugars
The laughter of children
There are only the guns
The blood
And a growing list of the missing soldiers
If this war…
If this living nightmare were to ever end
Then I would like to think there would never be another
As I said
Petty things
Like peace and hope
They matter not here
1st place
“WWI” by Beth Lynch (Year 9, Logan Park High School).