Allsorts

In school there are people who are cool,
In school there are geniuses,
In school there is a pool,
In school there is Mrs,
In school there is Sir,
In school there is paper,
In school there is the sun,
and there is always so much fun!

Roar roar, I am hungry for more,
I soar and adore running through the battlefield of war
We were told we could explore, but we were kicked and nicked
But not to worry, we explore more about the country Ecuador

The deathly silence of war is not nice, it was called a game,
But how do you know, all you do is blame
War is not a joke, it is not good and it’s brutal
War is really deadly and futile

Why do we go to war?
Do we really think it’s a game?
War is atrocious and is used to lure young soldiers
But don’t get fooled, if you mess up, you will have a permanent sign of shame.

The war can stay outta here,
Peace must linger, delay in here,
Why fight, why war,
Why not peace ‘n’ quiet,
Why not dismantle?

Why make shooting sounds,
Why not keep safe ‘n’ sound?
These questions are asked
But aren’t a given,

Stay gentle, why not,
Everyone will play their role
Peace but peace above all

No war, no war!
Why war, why not peace?

May the peace lie within us….

Whispers of death, roam around the grim trenches.
Echoes of war linger in the air,
Haunting. A ghostly symphony.
Shadows of the trenches. Lingering phantoms,
Whisper the tales of silent sacrifice.

Gusts of wind,
Carry the sounds of gunshots
Ricochet through the soldier’s ear
Death is near, is all they hear.

Amidst the horror of war, anguish paints a somber sky,
Echoes of suffering in every tear that soldiers cry.
In the battlefield’s grim theatre, in humanity’s price runs high.

The reoccurring sound of suffering,
It’s here, it’s time

This is the end.

War is bloody, vile and cruel
A fight, a never ending duel.
Bombs fly overhead
Fellow soldiers lie dead.
Billowing above, a green cloud of death
We watched as they drew their last breath.
Gargling came the froth from within
Drowning, grabbing to my skin.
Begging for life, to forgive thy sins
The Grim Reaper appears, and so the death begins.
“Your last breath you may take,
As you will never wake”

Forced to endure the life of the dammed
In the trenches we were crammed.
Muddy, filthy and wet
We were always open to a threat.
Danger and death fell from above
A soldier fell, left nothing but a glove.
Told it would be fun
But the bombs we had to outrun.
Sacrifice, duty we were told
So we enrolled,
But we didn’t know
The horror we had to undergo.

“Up to her neck in a fight” they said
But before we knew, we were dead.
“She is looking and calling for you”
Oh we wish that were true.
“It’s all a game”
That’s what they proclaim.
“Come on, join in”
They said it all with a grin.
And what did they do?
They stayed back and watched the view.
They said to restore her
But now we know, the true horror.

Slowly disintegrating into ashes
Through days of pain
Withering in the gasses
What’s left will remain.
This is not a game.

Through biomes of despair,
Crouching with misery.
It wasn’t fair
Fighting for victory.
This is not a game.

Searching for hope,
Whilst comrades are in care.
They could not cope,
When they were in the air.
This is not a game.

During the war,
When bullets flew across.
We went far,
When their lives were lost.
It was all a lie.

Peace keeps people and the world together;
Peace helps people feel safe
Peace makes people happy and not upset,
Peace is amazing

Peace makes the world not burn;
Peace keeps countries from war
Peace can’t kill
Why do people do the opposite of peace?

Why do people kill?
Does peace even exist?
I hope so
Maybe the world will work together if it does exist
And rewrite wrongs we did a long time ago.
Pourquoi l’opposé de la paix au lieu de provoquer la paix ?

Oh my Stylophone is the greatest
My Stylophone is very good
It has never broken
But I feel bad because I don’t play as much as I did
Because I’m busy
It has gotten very dirty
I should probably clean when I get back from school
When it is dirty it make a horrible noise
But I’m scared to play it in case I break the wire
I love my Stylophone

The little mouse had a house
He lived in the south
The little mouse grew older
And older
One day he was sitting on the couch
He heard a loud knock at the door
As the little mouse walked to the door
He tripped and fell flat
Which was lucky
For at the door was a cat.

My dog has dug a hole
I don’t know what to do
I’ll give you a hand, said dog
But I don’t know what to do
Don’t be sad, I’ll help, said dad
But I don’t know what to do
but then…
Mum came home with a warm plate of cookies
and we all gave up.