Brain Flakes Poems

Page 11: Serenity

The princess was once an infant
Asking affection for the mother's touch.
Loving was first learned in its heart
Not war and honor for the peace of the land.

Spilling blood was the least to matter
How many people have we killed?
The babies cry for dissatisfaction
Of feeling the death in civil wars.

The tiara she wore was the only trophy
Came from the agony of thousand souls
Who suffered great loss during the battle
But none were acknowledged except the memento.

Kingdoms must rise for the infinite power
They seek to betroth themselves to the throne
But the princess who grew from the white cotton chamber
Wish no bloodshed to remember in goal.

Now, she asked no more for the mother's touch
Or to be laid in the most comfortable ground
She's more pleased to witness the woman she become
Her power was offered to her precious mankind.

The clever ruler became a hope.
A change to devote herself in dominion
Where supremacy was used to unite the people
For great awareness in nation's union.