By Sara Haywood
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.
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
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’