Poetry for warfare
My pencil sets fire on blank planes
Words spew out like bullets,
Marking the white with black splatter
and gritty lead.
This goes on for what seems like hours
but really it's been minutes
And it goes on all around,
in different places, warzones
Then silence, an alarm rings
Peace? Peace! no more fighting
Lay down your pencils
but take note of the destruction
The white planes are now marked
black with scars of overactive minds
freely toting their minds infleunce
on innocent planes forever marked
The teacher collects then, these horrors
and a week goes by, the horrors forgotten
But she gave the poems back a week later
and when I saw my paper I remembered
The horrors, the destruction wrought upon that sheet
I got a D+ on that poem.