Poem by me, untitled.

People awake and see the terror,

Against the pieces of innocence and young,

Least not forget their old mother tongue,

Equally, we are in error,

Sent forth the warfarer,

Together with his sister, underslung,

In chaos and with the unsung, 

Never let hope fall from the torchbearer, 

Ending, I must say, is not clearer.