HopelessEric SpagnuoloCountless fall,
Each and every day.
Those who know best
Give lives away.
Old enough to kill,
Much too young to die
All ceramic faces
Under blackened sky.
Soon all that is left
Will be sticks and stones
To testify to how far we’ve come
And how little we’ve grown.
Artist: Eric Spagnuolo School: North Allegheny |
Notes: This is pretty much just about war, and how no matter how much progress we make, it will probably always be there to bring us down. |
Corrie Parrish from:
North Allegheny
- posted: November 18, 2007
hey I just want to say I really like this poem. at first I thought it was about how we are always fighting with each other and how we mainly use our language to defend ourselves and we tend to use those "adult" terms but when it comes back at us, we feel so small and could die. At least that's how I feel. I think I thought this partly because of the sticks and stones line but once I read your assessment it made much more sense. I also like this poem because I agree so much with what you're trying to say. Good use on imagery and meter. I would try to go into it a little more though to eliminate ambiguities.