2014 Written Winners

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2014 First Prize Written Winner
A Peace Anthem
Mac R. Whaley, 16 years old
Rollingstone, Minnesota 

Without world peace the world is falling to pieces 
Without our beliefs, man, nobody preaches 
Without a cease fire, the fame never ceases 
Without the death of war, the death number increases 
Why’s the world gotta be like this? 
Well, nobody wanting peace I guess 
Don’t be scared to preach on this 
I hope that somebody listens to the message I’m extending 
It’s like the world has gone to shackles with 
The fear to go and tackle all the world’s biggest problems 
I don’t expect you to battle with 
Yourself because it takes more than one person to solve them 
To all/I’m calling you to answer 
Because it takes more than one ordinary rapper 
Instead of taking military action 
All you got to do is bump a peace anthem 
At random
 
2014 Second Prize Written Winner
What about peace
Scott Ward, 18 years old 
Omaha, Nebraska 
 
He is awoken be a loud voice, well before even the sun rises. 
 “No person should ever have to get up this early.” 
 “We have to go,” the voice yells again. “You’re gonna be late!” 
 “I’m up! I’m up!” 
            He hurriedly puts on his shoes and grabs the backpack he prepared for today. The bag contains everything he needs for school: two notebooks, three #2 pencils, one black pen, and one absurdly heavy textbook. Leaving the house he grabs some food and jumps in the car. 
            He arrives at school as the first bell rings. Normally he gets going early enough to talk to his friends or play a game of cards before he has to go to his first class of the day, World Studies, which he has never really enjoyed. Today he had planned to walk into class, put on headphones and hoped the time passed quickly. 
            He walks into class, smiles at the teacher, sits down, puts headphones in and  pulls on his hood. Time stands still as he sits there waiting for it to all be over. He  looks up, sees his teacher staring at him, pulls out his headphones and looks towards his friend next to him for answers. 
“Did you hear me?” the teacher questions. 
“Peace,” whispers his friend, “he was asking about peace.” 
“Peace? What about it?” the boy nervously whispers clutching his #2 pencil. 
 
He is awoken be a loud voice, well before even the sun rises. 
 “No person should ever have to get up this early.” 
 “We have to go,” the voice yells again. “They’re gonna get us!” 
 “I’m up! I’m up!” 
            He hurriedly puts on his boots and grabs the backpack he prepared in case of  today. The bag has everything he need for a situation like this: two spools of thread,  three different weapons, one picture of his family, and one absurdly heavy medical kit. Leaving the base he grabs his dog tags form the floor and runs for the shelter. 
            He arrives at eh shelter as the first shell drops with a thud. Normally he gets  going early enough to talk with his fellow troops of maybe play a quick card game before he has to head off to patrol, which has never really enjoyed. Today he planned to just listen to music or sing to himself while he was on duty and hope that the time passed quickly. 
            He walks over to a wall, smiles at the man across from him, sits down and starts singing to himself. Time stands still as he sits there waiting for it to all be over. He looks up and sees a guy down the way staring at him. Unable to hear him, he looks to the man across from him for answers. 
“Did you hear me?” the guy down the way says. 
 “Peace,” whispers the guy across from him, “he was asking about peace.” 
 “Peace?! What about it?!” the man angrily whispers clutching the picture of his family.
 
2014 Third Prize Written Winner
My Name is Peace 
Alexandra Tran, 17 years old 
Omaha, Nebraska
 
My name is “Peace”. I have no face. 
I contain no malice or spite 
I embrace the young and free 
And live on in the old and wise 
I grow within. 
 
I speak through the sunsets 
I dance through the floating dandelions 
I sing through the rustling trees 
I smile through the beaming sun 
I flourish in every level of society. 
 
I can be seen in the hidden beauty 
Burrowed in the ground 
And revealed in the sky 
Attaining me is achievable 
The harder you try, the stronger I become. 
 
I am the word the neglected are robbed of 
I am the word the deprived are denied 
I am the word that nations yearn for 
I am the word that the hopeful cry aloud 
The more I am quoted, the more I am believed. 
 
I trigger revolutions 
I generate equality 
I spark change 
What about me? 
I am unconditional.

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