Child Of Peace
My stolen childhood,
My stolen lullabies,
All given up for battles yet to come.
The ripples borrowed beneath my skin,
A sting felt upon touching the sword.
I can't uphold the family name,
I'm sorry, I can't continue the line of men.
Their silver-plated honor, a dream I'll never attain.
Glimpse of gray events,
They don't grasp the meaning of a white flag.
They never pick up a pen
To sign the peace treaty.
Youth is meant to be wild and playful,
Yet youth was never understood by them.
I'm a poet of harmony,
But my words are buried alongside them.
#HistoricalEchoes
© Alex M.
My stolen lullabies,
All given up for battles yet to come.
The ripples borrowed beneath my skin,
A sting felt upon touching the sword.
I can't uphold the family name,
I'm sorry, I can't continue the line of men.
Their silver-plated honor, a dream I'll never attain.
Glimpse of gray events,
They don't grasp the meaning of a white flag.
They never pick up a pen
To sign the peace treaty.
Youth is meant to be wild and playful,
Yet youth was never understood by them.
I'm a poet of harmony,
But my words are buried alongside them.
#HistoricalEchoes
© Alex M.