[Coleman]

Here's a poem that i wrote for school. It was supposed to be in the Anglo-Saxon format.






"For What Costs?"


The disastrous details of destruction I describe.
Up from hell, down from heaven,
Friendships and fear are expelled by force.
Guns cock, engines start.
Both armies brace for the blows
Of the thunder creators. Bombs,
Whirling through the wind welcome
The whimpering woes of wounded soldiers.
Bullet flingers bellow out with bursts of fire.
Chaos covers the commands of the officers.
More bullets fire, more men die.
Boxes of metal, roaring they roll
Plowing the paths of broken peace.
Children cry, and men mourn
Over their loss of friends and family.
Red juices cover the earth.
The hatred-filled hands of the holders
Of death fall towards miserable hell.
Who will live? Who will die?
When will waging war end?