Disclaimer: I don't own FMA.
Author's Notes: I wrote this in early high school and it's free hand so don't expect many rhymes, if any.
Riza Hawkeye
Grotesque images come hauntingly back
Bodies mangled, lying among the dust
Shouts and screams of terror and rage
Hope, love, freedom and peace are nowhere to be seen
Fear is all that they know now
Descriptive thoughts go racing through her head
"Why was she there?" "What had she done?"
The worst of all sins is what she did
Complete and udder chaos and disorder
Murder is what they call it
True she was commanded and forced to do it
True she would have been a traitor, were she not to do it
But isn't that wrong? She had no right to decide that
Who should live and who should die
Playing God isn't her role
They continue to come, worse each time
Those images so horrible; those thoughts so distressing
No matter how lard she cries, they won't go away
No matter how long she lives, they'll always stay
Which is why she tries to repent and protect…
…him…