I fought and fought,
and never stopped
Because the war went on
Even with my family's help
So instead because we got tired
Of all the gory sights and sorrows
We flew far far away
To the lonely desert sands
But even there we found
Nothing but more blood
And fewer tommorows
So we flew away from it all again
To the heart of deep jungles
But there we found
Bloodthirsty Tigers
Run away we could no more
So we decided to go
To the House where it all began
We ran
Seeking shelter from this land
Then finally
after generations pass
The blood finally ends
____________________________________
Lesson learned. Whoever prayed for war *cough* Alexander Hamilton *cough*
If your reading this, this is how everyone felt then . Happy now?
YOU ARE READING
The Poet
Poetrypoet po·et [poh-it] - noun 1. a person who composes poetry. 2. a person who has the gift of poetic thought, imagination, and creation, together with eloquence of expression. Time flies by Like a butterfly When you see it you'll be tongue tied And...
