Competition Entry

In the trenches we fall, the gas choking
the lives fading while the women fretting, BOOM!
Bombs destroying innocent lives
The Nazis capturing innocent Jews
The English, the French, the Soviets
all together as one to fight,
fight for their countries
fight for their women
and fight for their lives
In the trenches they hide
while in no man’s land they die
all as one in the trenches they fall
They will be happy after they go through it all,
in no man’s land they perish
after all it’s all a fight,
fight for your life and you might survive,
in the trenches they fall
while In the end they will get through it all.

Space is low
But the sky is high
Out there is someone who wants to try
Out there
In now
Something big
Something small
We don’t make any sense at all
Bring me an egg
Bring me a turtle
This is the mind
Being written
Algorithm to life
Will never fail
Let’s all bring a nice big smile

WINNER WINNER WINNER

Dear climate killers,

Are you happy with yourself?
Are you happy that you have caused mass destruction?
People’s futures are ruined.
Are you happy now?

Are you happy now that polar bears have no home
or maybe there hope is drifting on single slither of ice.
Do you enjoy watching as 750 billion tons of ice caps
melt into a black hole of nothingness.
Are you happy now?

Are you happy with the clouds lingering above our heads?
The ones filled with carbon.
Oh yes, you know.
The ones that have come to take our future.
The ones you created.
Yes you! Over there!
All of you!
Are you happy now?

Are you happy with the overflowing oceans
that swallow islands whole?
The last few fish and the turtles
killed with plastic straws.
The copper killed coral is calling your name
and pleading for forgiveness.
Are you listening?
Are you happy now?

Are you happy? Happy, happy, happy!
No of course you’re not! Nothing ever pleases you!
Not the clogged-up clouds or the bare polar bears.
Not even the suffocating smog or the blistering blizzards.
Nothing.
Are you happy?

Take a moment to think.
Take a last look at our evaporating Earth.
One last look till you move onto planet B like you always do.
Well let me tell you, there is no planet B.
There is no superhero to come to your aid.
There is no fairytale potion to get you out of this nightmare.
Are you happy now?

89 million light years away
there is a land where it is always day.
The sun shines in gold rays
on the residents, tiny and grey
with pink dots and blue spots.
They carry baskets of fresh fruit
and sell it at their small stall.
Creatures of all kinds come to buy their goods
from Siam raisins to violet pineapples.
Then when they have sold all their fruit
they play their song
which goes Bing Bong
till the next harvest.

Cannons shot on the vast land;
Soldiers lay rotting on the earth’s crust
As I walk through a field of poppies
Where once soldiers lay
Shells lay raining, soldier lay dying gas filled this rotten hell
The Brits ate the Germans shelled the French rebelled
The start of the war was persuasive. every men joined as it was a game
But you my friend, you would not understand
The old lie – Ducle Est Decorum Pro Patria Mori
It is sweet and right to die for your country.

Put on your spacesuit
we’re going to the moon.
Climb aboard the spaceship
we’re going to blast off soon.
Put on your helmet
strap yourself in tight,
check your controls and instruments
get ready for the flight.
Time for your journey
the countdown has begun.
Here we go, get ready, get set
5,4,3,2,1-
BLAST OFF!

Have this wonderful, amazing surprise every morning
with tea or with milk
or even after your lovely dinner in the afternoon.
This cookie is honestly worth the moon.
It shines and it shimmers
and with beaming light it even gets a bit bigger.
This is my cookie, and it takes me to the moon.
Share with me your dream upon this twinkly starry night sky.

RUNNER UP

How beautiful is the moon,
Illuminating the skies,
Hiding herself during noon,
So you will never see her cry.
Alone she sits peacefully,
Guiding those in the shadowed, autumn nights,
Warming the hearts of those who cry
Never to give up her own fight.
Surrounded by many stars,
In loneliness she lies and rather be,
Her consequence produced by scars,
Just one last turn for her silent plea.

Away from people, away from pain,
She manages to hide away in plain sight.
I’ve told you once, allow me to tell you again.
The story of a moon,
Who illuminates the sky.

These are some subjects that are very dear to me
First I’d like to start with science and PE
Before I take a bath I’d like to do some maths
History is boring, the teacher caught me snoring
Geography is fun, when I do it I like to eat a bun
English is cool, that’s mainly why I love school
Humanities isn’t my fave, but as I learn it I like to crave