Below is one of the contest entries.
The Fallen People The light of many suns heat and wind then silence. For a moment I knew the joy of flight as my body was lifted by the blast, it was only a moment, then I knew not joy again the distant memory of it could not sustain me as I walked through the sea of fire. Voices crying out, images none should ever see, the sounds of the fallen people. Their flights short lived and the landings difficult. Man indistinguishable from woman their thirst unquenchable in the dark of a night lit only by fires A night etched ever in the memory of a child lost among the ashes, with only the voices of the fallen for a lullaby. The faded refrain of the dissonant lullaby echoes still, carrying the ache across the remains, across the land and sea, until a cry for water becomes a cry for peace, a body broken becomes a chance for healing, a city burned becomes a site to rebuild, a child lost becomes a hope for us all, the voices of the fallen people become a song of love.
— Lynda Allen
All Poems Submitted to the Contest