A Fight
Two
clash.
They fight.
Wicked,
evil.
Not good.
Frustration
and
anger
stop calm from ruling
and anger sits on its throne,
pushing
calm away from her place of ruling.
The two clash
but they don’t want to.
But they have to when anger sits on calm’s throne
and tries to rule.
But calm is meant to rule.
She needs to get her throne back.
Calm needs her throne,
or the world
will end.
A thought-provoking poem, Emma. This world needs more calm and goodness, and less fighting.
I agree! Less fighting brings more peace, which brings happiness.