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Hey everyone! It's Valentina and I'm back with a poem that I wrote at school! It's based on the Nazi regime, and I hope y'all vote and comment! I hope you enjoy it!
As winter leaves spin airborne,
And mourning snow brings sorrow's cold,
A man borne of tears sits upon the throne,
His blight rule weeps not for a country forlorn.
Thoughts fall ashen,
Taunted to the ground,
As hearts grow denied and Nazis holler proud.
As pain lingers in their mist,
And ghosts screech murder,
Their dappled cheeks with dampened flames sob.
A once sweet landscape,
Now tainted by their pain,
Their monotone eyes begging,
For freedom to be sane.
But those who are powerful will not conceive,
Their manipulating lead,
Upon those with everything to plead.
Heaven has lost its feathery touch,
Upon this town once of joy and merry,
May it not bide its unmerciful time,
And trod upon the far from fine,
To bless instead those sent to perish
For a regime soiled by hate.
Where is the comfort in these jails?
Where are the smiles and joyful symphonies?
There is only pain,
Unstoppable pain and despair,
Left in an atmosphere of dread.
Unfurl your white sails and prepare to mourn with...
Unconceivable pain.
Remember to comment and vote!
-Valentina
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