The Poetry for Peace contest was held from 15 September until 14 October 2011. The winners were anounced at a ceremony at UN headquarters in New York.
Below is one of the contest entries.
The End of Me? Fog in the air Bodies everywhere. Blood flooded everywhere! Oh who would even dare To do such, Not fair! I was blown over With a big blow. Little 13 year old me Thrown up in the air Much screams and pleads Who will never no longer be. But still heard, Everywhere. The planes! The planes! They all scream in fear. And we played no games Not today, Will it be the day, Of our last. So we scram, we scram! Fleeing somewhere. Scared and uncared. For what was to come. Could this really be? Is this really it? Run, run, run! It’s coming again! They all then run in fear. No time for games. So we flee, we flee! Somewhere, To be unseen. It comes again! Small white balls on the floor. More and more, Over the city now! Water, water! They plead, But none to come, to there is of none! I think to me. Could this really be? The end of me?
— Karla Loor
All Poems Submitted to the Contest