I never really wrote poetry before, but I wrote this today. What do you think?

Animosity

By JS

---

After horn and siren blare,

Is there noone left to stare,

At the devastry,

Catastrophy,

Animosity,

Of all the peace and harmony,

That's turned it's head to misery,

That's left upon the world today?

---

Inner hope and freedom glare,

But the truth of it is rare,

All the wondering,

The Pondering,

The Sundering,

Of what we know or think to be having,

That we know or think to be fighting for.