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.