After the War

By Sara Haywood

War

After the noise and the chaos passes, We’ll emerge from the debris, the rubble and the mess We’ll dust ourselves off and rise from the ashes Like the flaming phoenix, we were lucky, we were blessed.

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We caused this war and killed Mother Earth Now the trees won’t grow, branches black in funeral mourning And the water is poisoned, laced with chemical after-birth The sun stares back, its harsh beams giving us warning

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The photographs were destroyed, the past is now a blur We have to start again, survive, and build the world anew Because we can’t go back to the way we once were.

Sara Haywood  is 24 years old and is in her first year at MMU studying English and Creative Writing. Her Facebook writing page is ‘Sara N. Haywood’