W11 Essay Giving Voice to Your Ideas
Dear Vladimir Putin and
Volodymyr Zelensky
As I’m drowning in a sea of grief [metaphor] because of the conflict between your two nations, I recon
the presence of God preserving the lives of millions of righteous Russians and Ukrainians
as His reserve for a good cause [alliteration].
In a combat zone, even a kid or a child-soldier knows that the
future is uncertain; they can’t sleep at night and if by chance they close
their eyes, the sun will greet them in the morning [personification]. You didn’t train us how to write, build hospitals,
or counsel each other, rather you thought us how to transform chalk into a
weapon [symbolism]. We never enjoyed
our childhood moments and were removed from society at an early age.
Oh!
Lord, please quickly intervene. Time is money [metaphor].They stole our childhood [metaphor]. Instead of promoting peace, they create more conflicts;
and worse, we are served as their human shield in war [symbolism]. Which parent will let a child play with fire? These wars
are not kids playing sessions; we see blood, dead bodies, and we are traumatized.
I can’t say enough. I can’t keep beating a dead horse [idiom] but I refuse to walk and talk in the dark [assonance].
The
question is, why can’t we go to school like your children? Yes, I feel brave as
a lion [simile]. Yes, sickness has
never been my companion. But, will I befriend a malingerer? “The fox and the
crow” in my constant thought. May I spend time with a PlayStation? Wrestle my
friends? Draw on the floor? Pick mangoes?
Enough is enough! Enough of caring guns! Enough splitting
blood and shedding tears. Dear presidents, please lend me your ears [metonymy]. We want to be like your
children; go to school like them; travel the world; enjoy life just like your
plan for them. Please, bring back my childhood.
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