Below is one of the contest entries.
Falling Like a slap to the palm, On a day that was far from calm, Came the bomb. "Water", she asked for; It was all she wanted, Five days of nothing was what she got. Numb from pain, Confused, Thirteen. And then her parents found her. Peace is like the sun in a thunderstorm, It’s always there, waiting to shine, When all the rain has fallen.
— Michella Domenici
All Poems Submitted to the Contest