No flames, please.
Starvation
It was a full moon
The desire to live
The sky was dark
The desperation to survive
There were no stars tonight
I could still remember those times
My grandmother once told me of a moon spirit
Those times during the war
A celestial being that was always there for us
The war between flesh and blood
For the wives, who were now husbandless
Between sister to sister
For the mothers, who were now childless
It was a war
For the children, who were now homeless
All because of a difference
For me, a broken girl that could no longer move
Democracy
A girl that could only lay on a ground
Communism
A ground that was cold, that smelled horrendous
One ruled by a majority vote
"I believed it was the corpses' fault"
While the other ruled by one group
The dead bodies that surrounded me
Both these systems of government
The dead bodies that I would soon join
Believed one was more significant than the other
To die
That one was untouchable
I was afraid
While the other was corruptible
tired
However,
With questions
No system is perfect
Dear moon spirit, are you there?
There will always be defaults
Can you see us at our most pitiful state?
There will always be a possible
Can you hear our cries for help?
A chance
Can you feel our suffering?
All because of a goal
Can you take away the pain?
To be united as one once more
Can you hear us?
All for the price of millions
Can you do anything?
Was it worth in the end?
Can you save me?
"The answer is yes."
No flames, please.