The grateful stood back
Watched
While we attacked
The blood spewed
Our eyes avoiding
The tortured
They knew
The Great Four sat
Surveyed, reviewed.
Others, apathetic,
Reigned
Bonded to greedy games
Enemy brought in
Boxed bright
Fuelling winnable fights.
She slips out from within
Unwanted, ugly, thin.
Her plan, simply to survive
To build, to love and to lie.
Understanding the lines in the sand,
She gathers feathers
To softly land.
The end.
By Samantha “unextraordinarybint” Harris.
I hope that this poem resonates with some readers.
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