War

I was 10 years old

When my 12 year old brother told me and my family

He wanted to go to war

And my mom said “no way”

I felt afraid to lose him

It would hurt us a lot

It wouldn’t be the same without him

It would feel like falling off a big mountain

Every day would look dark

It would be like there was no tomorrow

Like a dark hole no one wants to go in.

Day after day I prayed to god

To help change my brother’s mind about going to war

It worked because he did

He asked himself

why do I want to go to war

It’s only going to be a waste of my time.

Killing people is not going to change anything

It’s just going to lead to a bigger problem

People don’t know killing someone is against God’s will.

War is hell always full of violence

And never in peace

When we heard that…

My family and I

Were so happy because my brother didn’t

Want to go to war anymore

We never want to be the people

To get told, “Your brother died last night in war.”

I’m glad that my brother isn’t going to war

Because when I do terrible things my brother

Is always there to give me some advice

When I need help in my homework

He helps me understand it better

We do a lot of fun things together

Every Saturday we go to the park

To play football and other fun sports

Without him life would end for me

Because I wouldn’t have him to talk with

When I feel sad, lonely, terrific, or hopeless

I want to end war because

I want my brother to be in my life