Written in response to: Rose Blanche by Christophe Gallaz and Roberto Innocenti.
Electric wire fence, angry.
Sharp thorns, sharper than knives.
Scared soldiers, disgusted by Hitler.
Spiked branches, defiant.
Tree stumps, no longer full of life.
Bedraggled flowers, pitying them.
Then curling up, frightened.
Trees glancing, shocked.
Grass looking away.
Each drop like a tear.
Rotherhithe Primary School
Death, Death, Death
Melting snow taking time
Soldiers in the distances
Please go away!
Trees warn her
This is not where you should stay.
Is this how it should be
A lifeless forest
A stump that can’t grow because of
What surrounds it?
I wonder what more I could face
Could l face such a terrible place?