Peace in the Middle East

I am Director of The Poetry Outreach Center, where I get to see many fabulous poems by public school students all throughout NYC. Today, while I was proofing the book, I came across this fabulous poem by Gordon Ensign, an eighth grader at Middle School 51 in Park Slope, Brooklyn:

In The Middle East

The skies are aflame

Weapons of the great powers,

splitting the sky.

They spit death upon their enemy

Not caring who is in between.

Always trapped in the Middle

of the East.

So the war rages on

and the machines still fly.

So the bombs fall

and the people die.

Pray for peace. Ronit and Jamil do!