(an acrostic poem)

T oday some soldiers return, one leg, one arm
H owever they strive to bomb it away, the city ablazes
I s there anyone who believes that war can wave flags?
S hould you bear arms in the school ground?

P eople are greedy, faceless in pursuit of wealth
L avender haze cloaks painful truths; suffocating smoke
A live yet dead, threats loom over the innocent
C areful with your words, these leaders can end it all
E very...