Run

© By megan christine

Run my small child
Through the bloody fields
Weave around the dead bodies
But never slow down
Beware of the cannons and bullets
Run until you can run no more
Don't cry my small child
Let me die here
Slowly and painfully
I do not worry about me
You must not let your fate be like mine
This is why I tell you
Run, Run, Run
Until your feet are red and burning
Until you can no longer hear the cries
Until the pain of it all slowly fades
Be strong and be brave
Grow up to be a leader
Ever persistent in your missions
Restore sanity among the nations
Make me proud, my child
But for now just run...

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