#WritcoPoemPrompt28
She floats like a dream,
Before she sinks under,
Carrying in her folds,
The dying cries of the soldiers...
She's short of the medicines,
That her apron should hold.
Instead, blood-splattered, she
Soldiers on, watching the battle unfold.
Her distress is palpable, so are the screams.
Where are the players who created this board.
It's easy to move Pawns, when you're the King
or the Queen or whatever Lord.