(EDITOR'S NOTE: Students in Amy Neylon's and Wynn Kutz's health classes at Williamsport Area High School wrote peace poems as part of their violence prevention unit.)
By Kristin Niedermyer, grade 11
When hate creates,
What peace can't make,
Then war will finally leave
Hope is part,
Of what we need,
Love is not serene.
Hopefully one day,
We'll believe in peace.
By Zoie Cipriani, grade 11
The world would be a happier place, if war would end and the world embrace.
A child's eye that yearns for more, lets feed the hungry, and dress the poor.
The homeless man standing in the rain, let's find him a home and ease his pain.
To clean up our world and rid of debris, would make our land more like home of the free.
Let's build our circle and hold our hands, unite one and all ... our home, our land.
By Liz Snyder, grade 11
In a world where peace no longer exists,
I ask you one question, my question is this.
If everyone cared and just got along, and
Loved one another, would that be so wrong?
If there was less screaming, less fighting, less tears,
less killings, more trying, less wars and more cheers.
If peace could be used, like an Internet trial,
I think we should get it, even for just a while.
Keep the Peace
By Alyssa Saratowksi, grade 11
People hate and discriminate
They fight and lie
But where does that get them?
All we need is love and devotion
We need friends and family.
Why is it so hard to keep peace?
Ignore the people who say things
Laugh when they try to make you cry
Should it really be that hard?
So talk things out
And do not fight
Focus on the good
Ignore all the bad
Now that, we can do!!
A Child's Prayer
By Whitnee Clay, grade 11
God, make the world a better place
Let all the violence end,
Why can't we all just get along?
And work on being friends?
God, tell me why my father's over across the seas
When he should be here,
Doing bonding stuff with me.
How did this all start?
When is it going to end?
I wish my daddy would come home,
I miss my best friend.
God, if you're really listening
Please let me know
You'll keep my daddy safe
Until it's time for him to come home.
There Is Tomorrow
By Farida Esaa, grade 11
She asks for
But he refuses.
The land was destined for his people.
She cries for
But he is deaf.
His is the right God.
She screams for
But he is blind.
His skin is of a different color.
She pleads for
But his cruelty is unrelenting.
He must avenge his brothers.
She begs forgiveness
But he raises his hand
And hits her once more.
When anguished wails
No longer pierce the air,
Like the shards of glass,
Among the ashes,
The thumping of his heart
Echoes in the emptiness,
And remorseful tears
Cleanse the blood-stained soil.
Beneath the din of his silence,
There is Tomorrow.
By Amanda Page, grade 12
I drink, I do drugs, does that make me cool?
I wear all red and call myself a gangster
Does that make me cool?
Oh, wait, I shot a police officer with a wife and two kids ... I just know this will make me cool!
Is this what our youth have been subjected to: drugs and violence??
What about the hopes and dreams of becoming doctors and lawyers and not just the hope of increasing our street credibility?
Well, now I'm 6 feet under and without a doubt ... cool.