Below is one of the contest entries.
Just one story is enough to beg and plead, for this to never reoccur. Bombs falling. Lives ending. People burned. People lost. Children dead. Cities, families, and hopes; all destroyed. And for what? For power? That's ridiculous. It’s a shame to know that these events have occurred. The scars, and memories, of burned faces, and lost family. These things go on with the survivors forever. That’s why their fighting, to protect us from those sights, those memories. Don’t they understand?
— Ellen Stoyanov
All Poems Submitted to the Contest