Cause without her, there won't be this post :D
War and Conflict
As you sit on the terrace,
Reminiscing all the fears
And you tear.
I hear the bomb of shells in muffled sounds
Together with the stunned and astonished souls underground.
A confliction is the spark of everything,
where buildings are destroyed
and more soldiers are employed.
Battles start everywhere
Till nothing is left anywhere.
When the time comes,
soldiers are sworn to action; they must win.
As the guns begin,
they think of fire-lit homes, clean beds and wives.
While charging and fighting for their lives.
The heroes array in honour
for they have brought glory to the country.
Most face death or torture
like hell they suffer
while the sorrows of the alive are drowned in the well.
"It has ended, hasn't it?" I thought.
As the streets are merry like markets
and the children are playing as happy as can be.
I frowned and ran away
when a warplane flew by that day.
- Chee Jing Zhen
It's such a great poem! Hah, I remember when we got back our poem papers, I was reading Jingzhen's poem, until she couldnt' take it lol. Cause my voice sounded weird and my english was so bad that I couldn't pronounce a lot of words. And in the end she took the paper and read it to me! Heh ;)
I shall have a 2nd post later.
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