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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