Another World
This must be another world
far from the blood and the violence
sheltered from pain and death.
Poppy, scarlet chalice
can have nothing to do with our blood-stained newsprint.
These gentle flowers, white-frilled trumpets
have no relation to our drums of war.
The beauty of a purple iris,
tall and stately,
stands unconnected to hate
unshadowed by murder or disease.
The unmarked purity
of a white peony, petals tightly knotted,
shielding leaves beginning
to curl slowly away
is not related to anger or guns,
and the daylilies,
tender golden trumpets,
do not voice
the harsh call of war.
Hannah Christensen
written at The Poetry Studio at age 10