| |
A Soldier's
Diary
by
Cathal
I won the war
But I feel
no pride
Because in both armies
People have died
Why must we fight
To feel in control?
Why
should we need defence
Elite or patrol?
We're tearing
apart the Earth
With this thing called war
Because
sometimes power is addictive
We just seek more.
|
The
Seaside
by
Cathal
The sun's shining
The
breeze is blowing
People are tanning
The bright sea is
glowing
The sun is setting
The tide's getting
high
The beach is getting the dark
The seagulls quieten
their cry
The next morning's full of sun
The beach is
full again
The adults came to get a tan
The children came
for fun |
