New World

February 22, 2011
By Kyaerin BRONZE, New Bern, North Carolina
Kyaerin BRONZE, New Bern, North Carolina
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Surfing through her memories,
it's just like a tv.
She remembers a happier time,
When she was safe and free.

Before the poor had risen,
Before the war was lost.
Before the rich had left here,
Before the world was frost.

Now its icy cold here,
And few can survive.
There are so little animals,
Of any shape or size.

The only reason she's living,
Of this she knows the fact.
In this world she is hard,
Fear the thing she lacks.

She kills without remorse,
She steals without the guilt.
She lives without her fears,
Until her world shall tilt.


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