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These are posts from Juniors at Steamboat Springs High School

The poems were written during our unit on Imperialism in the Middle East - Enjoy!

Sunday, January 3, 2010

To live as one

we as a world
need to learn to live as one
to create peace
its the only way to create peace
we need to accept differences
religion, race, gender, beliefs
once the world relizes, or
accepts
the differences
we may, once again
live as one

"It's What You Call Home"

Sierra Leone, you can't reach anyone there on a phone..
This is a violent death zone, with hundreds of children left alone..
But nowadays it seems, "death" is a thing that we all condone, turning a blind eye even when the wrong is known, even when the pain is shown, but that's a CUT that won't ever be RE SEWN..

One boys story, leads to another mans glory..
Training boy soldiers to kill with might, they don't know it's to their teachers own delight..
Watching the boy kill is like watching a match ignite, a devil boy beginning to hatch is right, soul turns black as night, he blows a mans brains out, no second thought, not contrite..

Blood diamonds are what they pursue, the number of noble men, counts for few..
Lives in shambles, all they see is blues, but to countries like us, that's boring news..
I want to change it all, but what the hell could I do, reality is one thing, what we hear is askew, the thought that we can't help is so untrue, you sure as hell can help, if you have these feelings too!