Below is one of the contest entries.
Chains The wailing and shrieking Pierces through the air As tears fill the pitch-black sky. Fiery destruction and desolation; Nothing is left... Like a tree stripped bare of its leaves After a harsh winter. A mark is made, A scar is left, And the chains of sorrow, Heavy and burdensome, Forever remains Even when spring comes. But there is a path toward freedom, A way to loosen these chains: Its name is peace. Peace that lessens the pain... Peace that comes down like rain, Watering the spring flowers, Healing the tree, And rusting these chains.
— Derek Li
All Poems Submitted to the Contest