Random documents and papers

The flood The sky was dark clouded and roared with thunder The rain hammered down like flying daggers The river rose and the riverbanks burst The flood is here The drains overflow and sewerage sails through the street Schools are closed yet school children aren’t happy Belongings and treasured items damp and destroyed The flood is here Gasping for air, clinging on to life The water is as cold as the arctic Swimming to save others is impossible We weep bitterly as others drown The flood is here Charity workers arrive to rebuild the city Friends and families sail away with the flood Stains of water on the walls indicate The flood was here Children think back to the flood, And see their mothers and fathers Parents think back to the flood And see their daughters and sons This reminds them: The flood is still here

Written by Millicent Faraday He left the league in 33 Coz he wanted a bigger army In the same year he began rearmament 300k men and thousand planes in secret He tried to invade Austria Because he wanted to make Germany greater This all happened in 1934 But Mussolini stood up, there was no war 1935, the saar plebiscite was held It was a moral success and Hitler got the saar land Later he announced conscription This lowered the unemployment for all men Then came the anglo-german naval treaty This allowed Hitler to improve his naval military German began the Rhineland remilitarization But Abyssinia was france and britians main attention 1936, a civil war in Spanish territory Hitler used this to try out his new army Then Mussolini became allies with Hitler Hitler was no free to attack Austria Lastly Japan joined through the pact of anticomintern To get rid of communism was their main concern Hitler got away with crimes so terrifying Coz france and Britain did nothing.

A Poem about the Holocaust written by Matthew Mayer The Holocaust Punished and tortured like a slave What did we do to deserve this? Why do we go through so much pain? Where is my beloved family I so badly want? I don’t want to work but I am forced But I stop and weep bitterly And think: why kill me for such a silly thing, For not being perfect, as one crazy man wishes. They make me work for my freedom, But instead they plan to take my life. Where is the justice? Where is the peace? Where is the love? Where is the kindness? Where is my god? Why has he left me? Where is the god that saved the Israelites from slavery? Where is the god that gave my ancestors freedom? Where is he for his people? Why has he deserted us? Can he not hear me crying? Can he not see us dying? Can he not feel our hunger or taste our pain? These monsters have tarnished my faith yet I still believe Why?

A short poem, written by Francine Sanger The Circus Dark, damp, leaking, multi-coloured tent Lycra-clad artist tightrope high, Lumbering elephants, forelegs bent Red nosed clown, polka dot tie. Performers parade, trumpets blare! Chimpanzees chase and children cheer. Odour of animals scents the air, Pulsing drumbeats fill the ear. Ring emptied, spotlight shines, Aerialists climb to peaks of light, From wings and rings on hanging lines; They swoop and leap, bird-like flight. Far below, on sawdust floor, A cage is built, lions pose and bound. Whips crack and sting, a ferocious roar; The audience gasps in fearful sound. It’s a circus, its fun! Its laughter and pain! Juggling, tumbling, clowns’ custard pie! Lions and tigers obey whip and cane, We cheer, we laugh, perhaps we cry?