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The Sound of War This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

By lreeves, BALTIMORE, MD

We stood under the sun-ripped mango tree
In a drawn-out circle of peace
We played our favorite childhood game
He screamed, my cousin, he screamed
“I declare war on Jamaica!”
I ran out of our peaceful circle
Playing the role of a refugee
As this was the procedure of war
“BOOOOMM!” We heard in the distance
Our feet danced involuntarily to the sudden beat
it was no music
that was the sound of war.
We'd heard of them.
Our parents spoke of them in hushed voices
They whispered them as the “malicious”
Our older siblings called them my-life-short
All we knew was that they were bad

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2 comment(s)
Very vivid and imaginative, good job!
Feb. 19, 2013 at 7:27 PM • Report
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