A lttle poem I made. Anymoo, here it is:

I see bombers, blotting out the sky, people being ripped apart as the bombs they fly.

I hear children crying, their heads hanging low, pity in my eyes, my breath going slow.

I taste bitter defeat, feeling a bout of despair, as I look around, only corpse lying there.

I smell dust and rubble, which is clogging up my throat, as I wearily put on my blood- stained coat.

I now feel a great sadness, crying for the deceased, now all I really want, is for war to turn into peace.

Any good? It's been a while before posting here..