War: A Poem


War is a blood red day.
War smells like rotten egg.
War tastes like disgusting broccoli.
War sounds like Beple screaming.
War feels like we are in jail.
War looks like earth is destroyed.

by Ghaniya

This is a poem written by my daughter at her school. I don’t know what a Beple is either.

Edit (09-12-2017): Beple is a typo. My daughter told me that it’s supposed to be people. Now it makes so much more sense. My bad, kiddo.

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