Gas Mask Madi Frank, 11 One last breath Take it in One last moment Life flashes by Never going to see the light Break the silence Shrieks for their life Put it down Never going back I can’t breathe Smoke fills the air You can’t see the light Will it ever end? Face full of fog Can’t see anything Dizzy Light headed One Two Three Gone Madison Frank, 11Valley Glen, CA
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The End of The World, a poem by Lucas Lin, 11
Lucas Lin, 11Somerville, MA The End of The World Lucas Lin, 11 When the world ends, what shall I do? Go to hell? No, thank you. I have more things to do than think about death But the topic always comes to my mind It will happen some time or another What will I do when I am about to be gone? Hiding under the bed won’t help at all. When the world ends, what shall I do? I’m too young to die Maybe I can save it for another time But when you die it always seems Like you have many more things to do When the world ends, what will I do?
Fighter, a poem by Olivia Wang, 10
Olivia Wang, 10Atlanta, GA Fighter Olivia Wang, 10 The bright sun rays fade, The monster comes to infect. Like the air before a storm, Turbulent in its silence. The darkness comes to raid, The healthcare fighters come to protect. No sound comes alive, Nor looks or their shadows. No hints, or clues, That something would happen tonight. The evil shadow counts: Three, two, one, ready or not, here I come! Each person hidden away, Watching every step, hearing every sound, Forcing themselves to stay. One gets infected, Then two, Then five, One hundred, one thousand. Monsters smiling with glee, The monsters are invisible, their whispers kept secret, Infecting everyone and everything, Until they darken all the streets. The world shall not be overcome, By all the corners of the earth, The monsters shall continue to attack, Creeping up to each and every one. The saviors shall continue to fight, Till the monsters have been destroyed.
