Below is one of the contest entries.
Bomb Day Flying through the air When I am not a bird Feeling the burn of fire Run through my bones Pushing on to find help Don’t know if I should cry harder for myself Or my loved ones that are gone My house, home, place of love Gone forever It was not my fault Why do I have to pay? Cities gone, my happiness too Face unrecognizable Hearts torn to shreds All I have left is my name And that won’t keep me alive forever.
— Madison Acosta
All Poems Submitted to the Contest