Fate
A mother and a daughter;
they are safe and content
But a war brings on slaughter;
this is how it was meant.
Hot, fire, cracking orange.
Rough coal, crisping black.
Still, body, bloody red.
Nothing left to safe.
Run, flee, leave alone.
No, never, cannot do.
Stay, fight, protect all.
The fight wasn't fair.
In the burning home,
they lay there together.
Never to be alone,
souls souring forever.
Dying through the rays of a new sun.
Where no evil creeps,
a young one is born.
Innocent reddish cheeks,
chase away the storm.
Being born under the same rays of the orange sun.
they are safe and content
But a war brings on slaughter;
this is how it was meant.
Hot, fire, cracking orange.
Rough coal, crisping black.
Still, body, bloody red.
Nothing left to safe.
Run, flee, leave alone.
No, never, cannot do.
Stay, fight, protect all.
The fight wasn't fair.
In the burning home,
they lay there together.
Never to be alone,
souls souring forever.
Dying through the rays of a new sun.
Where no evil creeps,
a young one is born.
Innocent reddish cheeks,
chase away the storm.
Being born under the same rays of the orange sun.
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In our english class we discuss the language of war now and this is the image that popped into my head. The last stanza I wrote because I thought the overal poem was too sad and I don't like to give people a sad feeling (especially myself).