We moesten voor Engels, vorig jaar, twee gedichten schrijven. Dit zijn die van mij

Ik had er btw wel een goed punt voor...
We will run
I think about you,
Every beat of my heart,
Every second I live,
Every day without end,
My heart gets filled with light
Love me again, and give me your hand…
Then we will run,
Laughing and smiling,
All day long together,
Swimming in the sea
Have a little picnic in the sunshine
But it’s all history…
Right now I miss your hand holding mine,
And I dream there would be a day
When we could be together,
Nothing can be like those days before,
You just said me goodbye,
And walked through the door…
En er moest er perse een over de oorlog zijn, dat werd dus deze:
What's wrong?
What’s wrong with some people?
All this anger, all this hate,
This isn’t humane anymore,
The fighting and the killing
Where does Bush do this for?
What’s wrong with some people?
All those bombs, and those rockets,
People are crying, are afraid,
They’re running trough lost streets
Losing all the things they’ve ever made…
What’s wrong with some people?
Don’t give a damn about, won’t help
They just sit, and stare at the wall
Why don’t we stand up and just tell everyone,
That we don’t want this stupid war at all?!