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First Place
Julie-ann Rozel, Oshawa ON
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A Little Girl
She sits in that corner
everyday,
Wishing that the yelling and fighting would go away,
hoping one day she can be reprieved
from this life of hurt and hate
As
the fighting ends her mamma cries,
the door slams and her daddy says bye,
she looks at her mamma her momma stares
she looks right through her cus she’s not even there
Cus
she's a ghost a soul of a poor hurt girl
in a messed up world and from a horrible home
all she wanted was to be loved in a world of
hate and pain, oh in a world of hate and pain
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Second
Place
Andrew Black, Blackstock ON
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Perception
“The hardest lessons are learned through pain” -
said the boy with no scratches on his face,
but the boy fades just as fast as his words were spoken.
Agonies have been screamed through the centuries in whispers
though one listens but laughs at the same demise.
The new world is built on ignorance and false pretenses,
as are the countries of most traitors.
Everything is nothing in a world of want:
visual and virtual reality collide in the onslaught of machine and
man
fat children gorge on the endless food
while starving men cry for their children’s pain!...
....And this, my friends, is only the beginning
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Third Place
Andrew Black, Blackstock ON |
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The Past Is Gone
The earth rumbled, awaiting the carnage of man,
awaiting a war to begin.
It used to have so much power -
now, all that is left are dead trees lying on the pavement.
what could have been was, and the past is now gone.
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