Below is one of the contest entries.
I can hear the whoosing sounds of the bleeding deaths. The agonizing paith the people felt plunged a sword down my heart. The way people fought, trying to find air to breath. The dry throat,burned flesh and wounded hearts. I will never forget the day where death and negitivity was the only thing that appered. i will never forget oh the sun hide that morining and death has awaking ill never forgot those,who rose.
— Johanna Medrano
All Poems Submitted to the Contest