The fawn prances in the meadow with glee
In the everlasting beautiful day.
It will never encounter misery
That is much further than child's play.
This fawn will always remain above,
Where it lies in the beautiful meadow.
It will never see the hatred in us
Or the evil that hides in the shadows.
It will never see the horrors of war;
It will never undergo the pain of ruin.
It will never conceive the blood and gore
That soldiers left behind with a solemn tune.
All of which occurred because of one night
When the bombs destroyed everything in sight.
YOU ARE READING
The Fawn
PoetryThis is just a poem that I wrote for English class. It took a very unexpected dark turn as I was writing/brainstorming xD. You can interpret the meaning of this whichever way you want to.
