One More Flower Wilts

In high school I had to complete an assignment on War poetry and write some of my own.  Here is one of my contributions.

One more flower wilts,
One more day goes on.
One more tear is shed,
One more war is won.

As the sun does set,
And the leaves fall to the ground,
A man walks off to war,
To the grave he’s bound.

We’re yet to lose another,
For death’s not overcome
A heart will soon stop beating,
No more like the steady drum.

And yet another day goes by,
We let it slip our mind,
Why do we have hate and greed?
It makes all the joy go blind.

Of all the pain in war,
And of all the suffering,
You wonder why it happens,
No happiness it brings.

And so, one more flower wilts,
One more day goes on,
one more person lost,
One more teardrop drawn.

Ivory

Every person wants it

They see it gleam, shine

                   It catches the light

Throw away the garbage

No one wants the

GREAT

BIG

GREY

Mess

That comes along

Why can’t we all share a piece of this lovely jewel?

Everyone can hold a piece

of ivory

Everyone but the elephant.

Dash him to pieces!

Dig out his tusks!

Watch as he dies!

See the blood pour,

Wash it from your hands!

We want no more;

We’ve got what we came for!