Ahnika Klimper

April 21, 2013

F Block

“Help Us!”

A city on fire, tragedy’s rubble,

A rush to escape at first sign of trouble.

The building rocked, how could they know?

An earthquake in Haiti was how they would go.

And as the walls fell, they had to accept

To survive they would always be in God’s debt.

As the world went dark, they all would be screaming

“Help us!” as hope was speedily fleeing.

Coated by debris, in pitch darkness they lay,

Feeling their lives slowly slipping away.

Though nothing seems stronger than our will to survive,

All hope seems lost when you’re buried alive.

Zyklon B

By Aisya Farid

Zyklon B, why can’t you see?

That you are being used by the Nazis.

Killing Jews by the millions and the trillions,

suffocating and poisoning them to their death.

It’s something you do to the air,

That makes Jews feel in despair.

Can’t you hear? Hear their faint cries,

Like a mad wolf howling on a moon-lit sky.

You take their life in a few minutes,

As if their body didn’t have spirits.

Zyklon B, why can’t you understand?

That you are just part of an evil plan.

A plan to exterminate all the Jews,

From our earth that is in wound.

You are a murderer.

That’s what I see.

Just leave the soldiers behind,

And let the Jews be free.

King of the Chessboard

Segregation is your name

Separation is your plan

You divide up man

This is your game

We are the pawns on the chessboard

Of freedom, but bear in mind

Obliged we are to be blind

Oh please help us lord!

We cry out to the skies!

Mercilessly you attack our right

Infuriated we still fight!

Strengthened, our frustrations dies

Montgomery bus boycott was done

Pillars of war come crashing down

Against the white, for the brown

This is end of your fun

Your life as of today

After “Teens vs. Cigarettes”

Amira Yuuni

The evidence is true

It’s been shown on the news,

Teens smoke everyday

Without no thought or say,

They say it’s only 6 million

Next day it will be a billion

We never think of what we do,

We just do.

Tobacco is the way they say,

But then they get sick and sick by the day

The law isn’t going to change us,

We have to change us

They come up with new tactics day by day,

We must increase the taxes day by day

There’s nothing we can do about it,

We need to be educated about this.

http://www.scholastic.com/browse/article.jsp?id=3758035

Comment [JM1]: You do not need quotation marks around your title and be sure to capitalize all important words in a title. Your title shouldn’t be in italics either.

Comment [JM2]: You don’t need to underline the words you used. Why is this word capitalized?

Comment [AY3]: I like the ryhming

Comment [FL4]: Double negative, doesn’t work, say “with no” instead

Comment [AY5]: Good Job. Great rhyme.

-Amritha

Comment [AY6]:

Comment [AY7]: Sick and sicker? -edmee

Comment [AY8]: Punctuation ex: comas?-edmee

Comment [FL9]: Are there any stanzas or is every line a different stanza

Amritha Anpan 08.05.2013

F Block A Great Man

Martin Luther King,

Was a strong leader,

And believed in equality.

King was an activist,

Was the youngest man to receive,

A Nobel Peace Prize.

King had a dream that,

One day, his four children will,

Not be judged by their colour of their skin.

World War 2

By: Anum Rahman (D Block)

Why do you have to exist gas chamber? You deceive many BAMM! In just one second millions are killed. Without you there would be many more Jews today. I don’t blame you for your misuse and the deaths you caused. For Hitler is the one! You are so hideous and cramped from inside. You separated men from their wife and children. You caused millions to catch diseases. And you led many Many to their death. Why did you do this concentration camp? Oh medical experiment, You existed during the holocaust And caused many Jews pain. Many froze in ice cold water, And were starved to death, And others got infected by nasty vicious diseases, All because of you. You didn’t have to be introduced to many, ‘Forced labour’ Hitler wasted your time Just to perform the horrid of crimes. You forced many to build their own graves And even the places they knew people were going to die in. Because of Hitler, you were a major issue for the Jews. The final solution isn’t something to be proud of Hitler, You were thinking of killing the Jews and Eventually wiped out half of the population. If you weren’t born Hitler Many wouldn’t die in the most; Vicious Cruel Nasty Of ways And would have lived an ordinary life.

The Ill-Fated Ship “SAYS NO WOMAN IN SIGHT WHEN HE ENTERED LIFEBOAT”

By Carolina N. What happened to the lifeboats? Panic, confusion, disaster Did she split in two? Who were the passengers? Where were the women and children waiting? There was no one around when I went for it Who last saw the Captain? I saw nothing as she sank Now she is still at sea Still on her Maiden Voyage…

Why did you?

By ChanBin Lee

Why, why did you white people

Why, did you hate black people?

Why, did you snort at them when

They were being abused, and mistreated?

Why, why did you make the Jim Crow laws?

Why, did you push them out of your way

When they were walking down the street, just like you?

Why, did you cut in the line

When they waited hours and hours to pay for a ticket?

Why, why did you oppress them with your power?

Why, did you look at them with eyes full of hatred

When they did not do any harm?

And why, did you kick them

When they tried to enter the building?

Did you ever think how you’d feel if you were mistreated?

What difference does a skin color make?

Now, don’t you think so?

Slow Poison

Rival of all rivals The conflict decider Indeed very slow poison That you are The temptation to defeat you is rather great Yet even trying to capture you by prohibiting your use is impossible We die trying but Failure is always at our door step For a rival is a rival It is traditional to battle But ultimately you Can never be defeated.

Cindy Luo Block D

30 Apr. 13

Raoul – like no other rescuer

By Cindy

Swedish Diplomat

Holocaust…Fooled them…gave Jews

Protective Passports.

Disguised buildings

To house Jewish refugees.

Smart, brave, problem solved.

Hundreds thousands saved

But in the end, not himself.

Holocaust’s Hero.

Dear Pi,

Every time i see you,

Written in my tests,

Me heart stops,

Because I don’t know what number you truly are.

Whenever someone mentions your name,

My tummy starts making loud and weird noises,

Like its trying to be a whale under the ocean,

Not because I want to eat you,

But because I want to eat real pie,

You know?

Like banana, apple or strawberry,

Not the Math Pi.

But what I don’t understand,

Is why you have your own special shape?

Other numbers don’t,

So what makes you so special?

Is it because you have a decimal?

Or because you have the occurring sign?

Well your not special.

Well at least not to me.

From:

The one that hates you.

Charles’s Challenge

Dillon Hamblin

He was a genius in his time.

Striving for clues,

Diving for data,

Indulging in information,

Excavating all the evidence,

But still…

The church would not accept,

His brilliant ideas

On the Origin of species,

And his theory of Evolution

April 30 2013

Edmee Faal

Block F

CONCENTRATION CAMPS

Your walls of barbed wire holding me in,

Your countless hours of physical labour.

Me screaming out in pain as I walk to the Quarry once again,

The babies’ cries for help as you test your harsh theories on them.

I dig, and I dig in your ground,

To place yet another group of limp bodies.

Where is my family, where are my friends?

Gun shots ring, BANG! BANG! BANG!

Finally you treat me with compassion,

A way to cleanse the dirt off my skin

You strip us down one by one,

I step in to your room dark, and gloomy

I touch my sore arms, limo from labour

And feel my ribs, protruding from my chest

I feel unsafe, as if something were wrong,

What could be wrong with a shower?

You turn on your shower heads,

I wait for the water, the clear water to wash away my troubles

But it never comes,

All is black everything is black.

Lorenzo Bacheca

H block

2013-05-07

In the Words of Dimitar Peshev

Disliked yet supported,

An honest lawyer and fighter.

Saved for his own good.

Dimitar Peshev.

Against Nazi Propaganda,

All in for Human Rights.

Government Worker.

Governed many, but not himself!

Now, Dead and Buried.

Elegy-Haikus for Anne Frank

By: Anna Pettit

Kitty

Dear Secret Keeper,

One voice in six million

Killed so suddenly.

Family

Bergen-Belsen camp

my family ripped apart

Pim, Edith, Margot

Mother

Are you listening?

Please listen to me Mother!

Too much frustration

THE KKK BURNING CROSS

Fallon Mondlane C Block

You burn the flame of death

Fiery with anger

But a heart as cold as stone

Set alight by your masters, you burn bright lighting the sky with fear.

Dictator of the land, why don’t you help others?

Amongst the great mixed nation chiming in unsynchronised harmony lies you.

The scum of the earth, tearing many a family apart

You glory in the sorrow you cause

You signal the start to a deeply deadly demise

Of children and mothers and fathers and lovers.

Riding with men in white cloaks, you are set in your place but put others in theirs

We are all the same and equal within, so why judge others by the colour of their skin?

Filip Luedtke Block F

2nd of May 2013

Poem of Address

Hatred never ends By Filip Luedtke With hatred in your eyes, Showing through your mask, As you kill the ones you hate, With no regret and guilt. Fear that they might be next, Will always be there, For where ever they go, You can find them. The pain and trouble you caused, Will never be forgotten, For they have lost what you have taken, And the loses will never be recovered. The hatred you have caused, Will never stop, For it flows through us all, With ferociousness and fierceness.

Fixed Written by Jack Gordon

I was as normal as you once.

But then I needed help,

With my insides.

I am confined.

I see through a machine.

For months on end,

My eyes and ears.

The torment did not stop.

Until finally,

One day,

I am,

Fixed

BOOM By Nericia

BOOM!

Just and accident it was

Homes and buildings damaged

Lives destroyed

People hurt

A blast

A blaze

All so tragic

Searching for survivors in broken homes

Such a big emergency that risk lives each day

The floor rumbles under our feet

Was it an earthquake?

No. It was fire

Just an accident it was.

Frances Staples

Found poem

Rising after “Antarctic Peninsula Climate Reconstruction” by Frances Staples

The water is rising.

My feet are getting wet,

Now my knees

Now my waist

What is happening?

Bubble , bubble

The water is rising

The environment is changing

This change is bad

Rawr

The polar bears cant

Live in these conditions

The water is rising

The environment is changing

The Antartic Peninsula is changing

Water levels are rising

The temperature is rising

This change is bad,

For all of us

Cinquain

Blood in war You stay still as you find you’re pray

And you obey

The master’s commands

In his hands

After that shot there are many more

Because you are the god of war

There is no stopping you

Because you just killed a Jew.

Your master smiles with joy,

Because you just killed an innocent boy

After that shot there are many more

Because you are the god of war

Haiku and elegy mash up on Martin Luther king Jr.

The King of Kings

Some kings rule kingdoms,

Sitting down surrounded by luxury

But this king, stood strong

When the drivers told Rosa

“move to the back of the bus”

He stood, speaking of peace

His shout for justice

Helped us answer freedom’s call

He moved, America

Haikus by Fabian Bock AGAINST THE RIVER By Fabian Bock Your race is oppressed; So you fight: only a dead fish Swims with the river. THE PRICE OF FIGHTING PEACEFULLY

Killed by a shot in the cheek, for peaceful protest. Riots after death EQUALITY AND FREEDOM

Peaceful protest and Civil Disobedience Earned equality.

Axel Nobreus

Martin Luther King

The Leader

He brought inspiration The demined campaign Against discrimination

Overcome Obstacles

Being courageous has Consequences such as crimes But it is worth it

Huge Leap

He helped all blacks To take one huge leap towards Finish line for freedom

Santiago Baltar

C Block

The escape:

Victims, I rescued

Saved them all from Hitler

And from destruction.

Choosing:

Intellectuals.

Were my priority

So hard to select.

Real Hero:

Rescued, everyone

But, when I came home

I found hate.

Andrea Sophia

Silent

One innocent voice

Killed. Fifteen year old woman.

Betrayed by… unknown

Failure

The Annex tried to.

My father too. We all did.

Safety. That’s what failed.

Her Death

Bergen- Belsen kills.

Sent at age fifteen to die.

But typhus took me.

Studies of Life

Darwin studied life,

Studied the Galapagos

And fought the church

c

The Father of Evolution

Went against the church,

Father of evolution,

He is Charles Darwin

The Hero of Science

Hero of science,

Darwin sailed around the world

And studied all life

Comment [JR1]: Cool story bro.

Comment [JH2]: Gives us good information

Comment [JR3]: No.

Comment [EF4]: Good titles

Comment [JM5]: Good use of puncuation

Comment [JM7]: You do a good job showing why he is important and not telling us why he is important

Comment [JH6]: Really effective Titles.

Comment [JH8]: I liked how you use the title in the stanza

Poem of Address Henrique Montesanti C-Block

Talking to Adolf Hitler (draft)

Your tiny little mustache as evil as Voldemort

This killed many people in a horrible and torturous way,

From ghettos

To concentration camps

From concentration camps, you, decide to eliminate them

So you sent them to the gas chambers.

You,

Decided that they are impure,

They are animals,

That they are not humans.

But what makes them different from you?

But what is done is done.

You will forever be known as Adolf Hitler,

The man who killed 3.000.000 people,

The monster that will never be forgotten.

A Shocking Fate “Boston Bombing Suspect Could Face Death Penalty” by Imagine Gonzales

An arm for an arm? A leg for a leg

Earns you a seat on the electric chair of four pegs

Sizzle sazzle Old Sparky’s a comin’

To end the race which some didn’t finish but sadly started

Manipulated or Manipulative

The answer unknown

Now an only child

Forever alone

To kill three and injure many

A vicious killer reeking of felony

A dear but misleading brother dead

A heart full of regret, sadness and dread

Awaits a shocking fate

Shackled by mistakes and iron gates

“Even if Tsarnaev pleaded guilty, a federal jury would have to decide on the death penalty.”

So detonate the bomb, strap into your chair

3 deaths for 1 that doesn’t seem fair

Comment [JM1]: Split this into 3 lines

Comment [AY2]: Not the format the title is supposed to be in – Amira

Comment [AY3]: Found Poem Title After “News Article” By Imagine Gonzales

Comment [MD4]: Work on title

Comment [IG5]: Who is old sparky? Might be confusing to the reader- Dillon

Comment [AY6]: You need to clarify who Sparky Is – Amira

Comment [MD7]: Nice onomatopoeia

Comment [IG8]: Hehehe - julia

Comment [MD9]: Nice rhyming

Comment [IG10]: Your format is weird, all the lines are different sizes and there’s only one stanza… Otherwise it’s good. The use of poetic devices is really good - Julia

Comment [IG12]: Shouldn’t there be some sort of punctuation in this sentence?

Comment [AY11]: You poem format is all weird, change it and nice use of poetic devices. – Amira

Comment [IG13]: Really nice but clarify who old sparky is. Nathan

Comment [JM14]: Split into stanzas and add puncuation

Comment [AY15]: Really nice rhyming – Amira

Comment [AY16]: Nice end to your Poem – Amira

Comment [GD17]: Nice poem

Ines De Vlieghe

Spattered

On “boston Bombings tragedy”

Seconds apart The bombs exploded Sending dense plumes of smoke rising over the street The first Thinking it was a celebratory Cannon blast The second, BOOM! Cheers turned to screams Runners froze, not knowing what to do Seconds apart The pavement was blood, spattered BOOM! Fluttering the national flags lining the route The blasts It knocked them to the ground Thousands more were still running

Never Enough Time.

You

With your face so right and just

But your heart

cold and dark

The trickery

So sneaky, but fatal

Leading the most innocent of them all

Down the hall

To the very end of their days

They didn’t have time

No time at all

To say those words that could mean so much

But to think they would see each other again

Nothing was true

You can’t see it

Their screams like music

The pounding on the walls

Just like the sound of your heart beating

No time

No time to realize that their goodbyes

Would be their last

Not that their lives

Ever meant anything

To someone like you.

Poem of Address By: Ishe Wazara

3rd May 2013 DEAR HOSPITAL BED

Dear hospital bed,

Why do you let the tears of the weak run on your sheets? They bleed out on you

Dear hospital bed, You stay motionless as the wrestles lay on you

Your lack of sympathy is appalling Your robust legs lift the corpses

Dear hospital bed, Your sheets cloak the people

As if you wanted to give them a form of hope Yet you knew what the future held for them

The camps do many things

The meaningless gunshots and the hangs

The violent gases

Painful starvation

All the hardworking Jews killed for nothing

The Camps say many things

With their death chambers

And there dead bodies lying in holes

Died a painful death

No matter what, others still try to go on

The Camps say and do

But for what reasons

To kill the innocent

Maybe, maybe not, we may never know

Jay Smith

2013-05-21

D Block

Eleku Eleku 1

A fallen soldier

Fought against black oppression

Assassinated

Eleku 2

He fought for freedom

Assassinated by him

Harvey lee Oswald

Eleku 3

A freedom fighter

An oppression destroyer

A true president

Jonathan Robinson

5/1/13

Poem of Address

On Charles Darwin: Origin of Species

From a religious man’s perspective

Your pages

Are filled with lies

A blind man’s observations

Your pages

Personify evil

Creating Illusions

To the common people

Your pages

Not Origin of Species

Origin of the biggest falsehood

There is Hope

After “Deformed Dolphin Accepted Into New Family”

By Julia Reimer

She is deformed

“The dolphin with the S-shaped spine”

The one that couldn’t keep up

The one that was picked on

“The outcast”.

She left

She foraged

She travelled

Searching for company

“Longing for company”

The ocean screams at her in silence

With its emptiness, its loneliness.

She needs protection

From the hurt, from the hopelessness

She spots a pod of whales

Acceptance?

Possibly.

She plays with them

They play with her

She rubs up against them

They rub up against her

“Her gestures were returned”

She has found somebody

Who is slow

Who is like her

Who has accepted her

There is hope.

Trapped Souls

By Julien Hogg

Why do you hold,

Innocent lives?

You trick them,

Into thinking it is a joyful place.

You use their last efforts,

To work them like slaves.

You steal them from their lovers,

To trap them in yourself.

And when they can take no more,

You are the last place they see.

Comment [JR1]: Again, just awesome.

Comment [EF2]: The title hooks you to the poem… intriguing

Comment [GD3]: It is very deep

Comment [HV4]: DEEP I like it Very touching poem

Comment [EF5]: It creates a mood maybe use more poetic devices

History Continues

After “The Unexamined massacre of the Marikana Miners”

By: Keitumetse Malatsi

Stop! Shout the hopeless gunned down miners.

The struggle has not ended for these special soul finders.

Stop! I say, enough of this characterized madness.

This striking, hustle and bustle is bringing too much sadness.

Stop! We hear from the dispersed protesters and how we have gone beyond violence.

But, little do we make it a responsibility, instead we sit in silence.

The challenges that arise with the New South Africa promising satisfaction,

Will show no mercy to those with misconceptions.

Stop! We all cry, but the rebellion and failure to promote democracy, will stop at nothing,

Because History continues.

Found poem

Can’t you see?

There is too much conflict around me

Where the green trees used to be

Now lies the DMZ.

The threat is everywhere

Countries start to tear

On high alert, trouble leaking everywhere

There is too much conflict around me

On the brink of war

Nuclear tests everywhere

Evacuating anywhere

Can’t seem to escape this mischievous madness.

Throwing the world into chaos

Just for their own selfish gain

Countries speaking out

What’s this even all about?

Secretive, communist country causing concern

There is too much conflict around me.

Lize Dreyer Poem of Address

Tool of the Nazi Madness

You served as the tools of Nazi desolation without any qualms.

The hum of your engines struck fear into your prey, The innocent people awaiting the impact of the bombs you released.

Your guns shot down the pilots bravely rising up against you,

Each hit marked by a victorious cross on your hull, Each cross representing a cruel murder you triumphed in.

You even served as transport for select Nazis,

The ones who masterminded the genocide of the Jews, The ones with the blood of millions on their hands.

Yet you still served with deadly efficiency,

Killed with unhesitating effectiveness. Never feeling remorse

For being the tools of the Nazi madness.

Elegy Haiku

Lucian theron

What a Fool

Malcom x quit school

People said he is a fool,

But he still believed.

For his cause

Murdered for his cause

Equality his mission ,

Learnt law in prison.

Down

Police kept him down

Went to prison and believed,

Chains can’t keep him down.

The Boston Bombing

Terrifying, horrifying, and traumatising These are words used to Describe, represent, and portray The Boston bombing The air full of pain and suffering Three gone, gone forever Many hurt, both physically and emotionally Irreversible damage has been done Both friend and stranger There at the wounded’s side Not able to digest what has happened But aware of the recovery of a million years The ones who are guilty Shall be found The bond of brothers Has been broken

Comment [JM1]: How could you make this more catchy?

Comment [JM2]: Consider adding punctuation

Comment [JG3]: Punctuate it

Comment [JG4]: Try to re-phrase this. I think it could sound slightly better and make more sentence

Comment [JM5]: Good job creating four-lined stanzas

Comment [NW6]: This line really puts the feelings into perspective Great use of imagery!

Comment [JG7]: How does this relate to the bombings?

Comment [NW8]: What does this mean?

Comment [JM9]: These are your strongest two lines. Could one of these lines perhaps be your title?

Comment [CM12]: The poem lacks poetic devices that could enhance the meaning of your poem

Comment [CM11]: Good structure for your poem

Comment [CM10]: Your last two lines of the forth stanza are very strong

Found Poem

By Maria Magalhaes

The Explosion

A massive explosion

People dead

The blast sent a massive fireball

into the sky

Danger may not be over

Officials are worried

Troopers in gas masks were scene

A lot of lacerations

Many scrambled to assist

Danger seemed to emerge

A huge blaze and flames

Smoke rising high into the air

It was massive, it was intense

Flames devastated

Firefighters were concerned

Few survivors

It was like a bomb went off

Caused serious problems.

Topic:

Malcolm X

Title:

Fighting for what is right

1st Poem (Haiku)

Rejected freedom,

They rejected his freedom,

Lots of violence

2nd Poem (Haiku)

Proud leader power,

Quit education for peace,

Was sent to prison

3rd Poem (Haiku)

Believed in freedom,

Proud of fighting for his rights,

Assassinated

By: Massimiliano Donadon

(Young victim of Boston bombing mourned by neighbors who remember his 'million-dollar smile)

http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation/2013/04/16/boston-bombing-boy-victim-8-year-old/2087645/

Everything Was Fine When We Left Home

By Min Su Lee

Everything was fine when we left home,

Everything was fine when we got to Boston.

Now I’m home and I pray

About the runners on that day.

Who could have known the injury?

Sustained when all the thunder came,

Now the rain comes from our eyes

Rain that continues as the explosion dies

I see the victim’s family, running down the street.

Everything was fine when we left home

Your Secrets By Minyoung Cho You know all the secrets, don’t you? You’ve watched the life come Its flourishing and thriving Why there is such diversity and complexity You know all the secrets, don’t you? You’ve seen who had made the life His hardworking and sweating Was it the God? An intelligent designer? You know all the secrets, don’t you? You know how the life on you came about You know why I don’t look like my dog But I resemble my parents Then why do you keep all the secrets inside you, Make people argue and fight from confusion? Why not tell us the truth?

Maybe, Is it a small sweet revenge for What we have done to you? Yes, I know, With all the smashing and thrashing, Crashing the beautiful nature We have changed you With all the killing and drilling, Nilling a peaceful life We have hurted you

Are you mad at us For doing these? I am sorry, lovely Earth, We regret very much We should never do these again So please, tell us the truth, Because you know all the secrets, don’t you?

The Gun

To you who kills meaninglessly

Who pierces the body in an ocean of crimson

Who tears muscle as tissue

Looking with your one eye in silent delight

To you who serve those with a heart stone cold

Making hate strong

Making love weak

You fire your bullet of death

To you who we have created

I say sorry

You devastate the body

But it is our wicked humanity that kills the soul.

Comment [TV1]: Line puts a feel to the poem, but consider punctuation.

Comment [TV2]: Nice use of grief feeling with these lines

Comment [TV3]: Try giving the gun a thought, and not accuse it.

Comment [TV4]: Nice use of the “What have we done” scenario.

Poem of address The Fury Watcher You sat there on your master’s lip Listening to him spitting lies You get a front row seat To his persuasive shouts And you are made fun of But it is him they doubt A fury worm surrounded by hate Why did you not do anything but sit there And listen to your master real in his bait He killed people, it was unfair Yet all you do is stay there On your masters lip Nathan Russo

Nathanael-W 5/5/15

H Block

On the Sea An old man and the sea In a boat With 400 books And sardines And muesli Spurred solely by determination To circumnavigate the globe Pushed by The wind The sun The power Of electricity And muscle On land People Fight traffic And smoking And drinking A short life On the sea Fighting 25 meter waves Like the inside of a tumble dryer Life is pristine for An old man and the sea

Nike Klemmer

The Troublemaker

You had a broader look at life,

Wanted to know what life was,

Accepting things other would never think about,

Went against the believes of the church,

Studied and did research,

Collected supporting data,

Wrote a book

Almost got beat to credit for your work,

By another man with the same intentions,

Alfred Russel Wallace

Publication of your book

“Origin of the Species”

Almost got you killed

By the pressure

Of the church

Of the society

Of the believes of millions

Went into house-arrest

Knowing that one day the truth would come out

Accepting the consequences of a new idea

Dealt with it

You had a broader look at life,

Wanted to know what life was,

Accepting things other would never think about,

Went against the believes of the church,

By Paul Nyirinkindi C BLOCK

They say they have not seen any military movement

They displayed their power

With one of the world's largest armies.

They say they have not seen any military movement.

The secretive, communist country

with access to destructive nuclear weapons,

and a troubled relationship with many nations.

Yet they say they have not seen any military movement.

It continues to grow its army and nuclear-weapons program

While conflict and distrust have separated the nations.

Yet they say they have not seen any military movement.

Quinten Haspels Hblock

Train of Fear You enter the station and whistle

You carry the Jews to the concentration camps

Your wheels are rusty and have have shatters all over

Moonlight shimmers right through them

Click clack click clacks

Is the sound you make as your wheels roll over the tracks

Whoosh whoosh whoosh

Is the sound I hear when a breeze enters the cracks and in my ear

Whispers sound inside of you

People are scared of where you bring them

A place of endless pain and death

You crawl through the night

You arrive at the station

You whistle once more

The Jews are like mice about to fall in a trap

But they have no idea

The soft soil they stand on is cement

Flames in their eyes dance

Fear in their mind runs

Death is in their mind,

It’s everywhere

Found Poem

The Fall

After, “100-foot fall from mountain” By Selma Dinesen

The chunk of ice, So bright and nice, Came tumbling down, Upon my dirty, tired frown. I was lucky to be alive, They rescued me swiftly, And comforted me until I arrived, Down to the ground, Staring up at the sound, Of the big mighty mountain. Some might say it was brave, While others say it was a cup of tea, But I won’t behave, Until I get my KFC.

Article: After a chunk of ice was inadvertently dislodged by another mountain climber above him, Mark Roberts was sent shooting down Parsley Fern Gully in Snowdonia without any means of slowing down.

Finally coming to a stop some 100 feet later, Roberts was lucky to be alive. Luckier still, his helmet cam recorded the entire incident from start to crash landing.

From the British Mountaineering Council (BMC):

During the rescue, the [Mountain Rescue Team] noticed he was wearing a helmet-cam on, and afterwards he offered the footage to the team, and the BMC, to help others understand just how accidents can happen. Sharing such an intense and personal experience online is pretty brave, but Mark felt other climbers might learn from his experience.

A member of the Mountain Rescue team credited the helmet with saving the 47-year-old's life.

Roberts, a safety consultant by trade, later told the BMC he recognized the irony inherent in his fall. "You have to laugh sometimes," he said, "but, seriously, even with experience of risk assessment and making decisions, sometimes things just happen. When it all happens so quickly, you just try not panic and hope there's some luck with you."

Hitler

Mr Hitler

What did you do?!

Why did you fight all of those people?

And make them hate you?!

What made you this way –

So full of hate?!

Bullied by others

But bullying others yourself!

Did you really think you were on the right track?!

That your brown hair and brown eyes gave you the right to judge?!

Fuhrer to Germany

Evil and bad

Your cruelty and lack of feeling

Made many people sad

You earned your place in history

But not for the right reasons!

Can You Heat Me?

Hear the people of Boston

Begging for their souls

Cry in the bloody bodies

Begging for help

Looking for hope.

Hear the people of Boston

Begging for mercy

Struggling to save themselves

As they started they had to commend

Just like they started they had to end

Safe.

Hear the people of Boston

Begging for cure

After losing a great mate

All was god for now and then

When the people lost their fate

The Many Guises of Death

You have always been there,

Lurking in the shadows,

Waiting patiently for you victim, like a snare.

Pointed straight at someone’s heart,

Sometimes you were the barrel of a gun,

The bullet, piercing them, a poisonous dart.

Sometimes you were too small to see,

You were the gas in the chamber,

Deaf to even the most pitiful plea.

Often you were starvation and disease,

Killing from the inside out

Slaughter with the most anguish and unease.

At other times you were known as suffocation

Choking and squeezing the very life out

You were the wickedest form of predation

You were also the death parade

Picking up the stragglers that were yours for the taking;

Taking them one by one: Help betrayed

You have always been there,

Lurking in the shadows,

Waiting patiently for you victim, like a snare.

Rebel

Unheard of Idea

Disobeying his parents

Rebellious man

Evolution

One simple animal

Bore everything else alive now

Through evolution

Family man

Wants a family

Five beloved kids have left

Now all but alone

Colours On “Racism” By Tshegofatso Vilakazi Hey, you, yes you over there, I hear you got a hate against me. Is it because I did something? Or because I have the same skin colour as your tree? Hey you, yes you over there, I hear you got beef with guys like MLK I think you got problems, man, Seriously, man, are you ok? Hey you, Yes you over there, I hear you hate coloureds from New York to Malibu … I tell ya’ your hate is stupid, man, How messed up are you? Hey you, yes you over there, You even got to the Law, man, what the heck? What are you policies to us, coloureds? To serve, protect, and break a coloured’s neck?

The Camp

By Vilde Ronning

The land on which you stand is tainted,

It will never be the same.

Many have been tortured here,

But very few remain.

Yet here you stand, you are proof,

We were not all just insane.

We were deranged.

For the nightmare is still the same.

Texas Waco Explosion The danger may not be over State troopers in gas masks all over the place The fire blazed like a tornado The explosion disabling our ear drums The blast injuring more than 140 The toll could rise Anhydrous ammonia fogged the air Fire fighters, tackling the fire Like a war zone Building shaking off their ground Families running from terror The danger may not be over

May the Iron Lady Rest in Peace After “Britain Bids Farewell to Iron Lady Thatcher at Grand Funeral” By Yasmeen Bucayu-Lee Her coffin wheeled by, On a horse-drawn carriage. Many people watching. Some, clapping in respect; Cheering, and throwing flowers. Others booing, and turning their backs. The prime minister, Now dead, Suffering from a stroke. To some, she is a champion of freedom. To others, she is a destroyer, Who led the people to an era of greed. 2,300 mourners, All in St Paul’s Cathedral. Tears running down faces. A handwritten note: “Beloved mother – always in our hearts”, Placed on her coffin. May the Iron Lady rest in peace.