This poem was inspired by btrfli123.
NOTE: You MUST read my Fic Katrina BEFORE you read this poem, or you will NOT get it. Though, then again, you might. Review please!
They come to me
Battered and worn.
They're faces tired
They clothes torn.
Some new
Some old.
Slaves that were bought
Others sold.
The FireBenders; they know
So I tell the refugees, "Keep low."
People trust me
People I don't know
I charge small fees
They like me more.
The end came fast
I was not old
Though me, as a memory, shall last.
A slave betrayed me
He was not over 20
His name was Lee
A name I shall pray for
He did it for a good reason, I'm sure.
They took me away
To a place like Hell.
Where the great Takeo
Finally fell
They killed me, a long tortured death
Then they put me in my house
As a final place to rest
Over my body, they put a sign
It read, "Refugees beware,
Or your fate will be like mine.
Now my soul is in heaven
Along with others, now free
It is wonderful
Come join me.
XXX
There.
-ZukoKrazy