Below is one of the contest entries.
Scars The sound so loud, I'm unable to hear; Light so bright that I cannot see. But to regain my senses is to realize, The horror of reality. The cries of my people echo throughout; Their pain is too much to bear. Bodies are scattered across the ground. The stench of burnt flesh fills the air. My mother gone, my father too; My brothers and sisters — dead. I may have survived, but effects are so great That I'd rather be with them instead.
— Melissa Echevarria
All Poems Submitted to the Contest