Below is one of the contest entries.
Guidance of the Dawn (Gone without Goodbyes) As I sit by window Glaring into the light of the night When the moons shines; comes and goes Like a thief- out of sight I heard murmurs downstairs Of my parents talking, some words in great despair Of people these days Going back and forth through life No confidence, no strive Not even something to thrive Some may say "Oh I’ve pride and such, Maybe even some knowledge today" But the days go by and by Without a single feeling of hello and goodbye Because of the fact that now We’re looking for peace Some describe that as victory A chance to be and have won A goal or a journey that needed to be done Then some say it’s passion for things put to play With liveliness and wisdom that we may need someday But peace is a virtue Peace is a song So sweet it is sung You should come and sing along Peace is a shadow that follows you in the light So that it guides and keeps you from all scare and fright Opposite peace is hate And destruction which are gates To the sadness of a unity That is now lost due to this poor state Can no one comfort that man who now sits alone? For the peace in his country is something he cannot own With the fire and the burning, flashes of orange and gray The man now has nothing more to say For his beloved is gone and so is his son In the destruction that came, Is there anything to be done? Now you see that little girl, In the streets, holding that small white pearl Cherry blossoms and roses petals float in midair They seem relaxed in the midst of all these things which are unfair A last gift, a last song Will no one come along? To give this child a helping hand And as the booms and bangs echo on the streets She cries for her parents Who she doesn’t come to meet And as she catches glimpse of a one wounded man One who won’t wake up with any notion or plan? Just like those many that become unconscious In the depths of war, who never see daylight again? "So listen closely", my Mother says As she holds tight to my hand "God gave man a chance and I just don’t understand Why none of them can hold on to That peace in their hands Why must we kill, why must we hate, Do they want to see that little girl just crying on that gate? With a ragged ole’ bear, clinging on to it with a chance to sit and wait For someone to bring her home again Don’t they understand the tears that had weld up in their eyes? The tragedy of a gone without goodbye" But like the night in its vastness And the stars in its place, shining every so bright There’s always a dawn that shows Heaven’s light There might be a chance Yes there might be way For someone who might free us someday From this destruction and power, Man thinks he holds in his hand To replace it with character, with love, and just stand On his own two feet, for peace, not just for the land So I sit at my window and wonder just once more As I see the morning down come right ashore Colors of red, colors of yellow, and a touch of purple Silent but peaceful Mellow, but sharp Just a peak of light Coming quick and silent, peaceful without fright God’s handiwork - the breaking of the dawn There’s hope, I know it I know it for sure For yesterday, for today and tomorrow For peace
— Kiara McDonald
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