Below is one of the contest entries.
When will we stop? When the very earth we know has been tarnished and broken And when every breath we take brings a pang of fire in our throats Will we begin to see how much it hurts you and me, him and her? Or are we going to leave the pain it brings us all unspoken? Up came the tortuous souls when down came Little Boy But the ones that are still here have provided a gift that hurts them more Will they show us how much they suffer or stand by and watch us experience- The very things they have? Maybe their own decoy The thunder that hits our ears like lightning It has awoken us from our slumber When we realize- That these games we play are far too frightening It was all that was needed, just that one drop That left us waiting, wanting and suffering for a new bloom of life But no matter what it will leave us wondering the same thing- When will we stop?
— Parbattie Anant
All Poems Submitted to the Contest