A Winter Night's Poem

Sitting by a fire on a winter night – longing to see daylight – shivering, freezing, in the icy cold – how long can my patience hold? “We’ll be all fine,” Father had assured – just days before his absence we endured. Mother had consoled me through rivers of tears – hours before we’d face our fears – Cruel murderers, they blasted the streets – riding grandly on their war tank fleets – people dropping still by the second – but I didn’t budge, even as Death beckoned. Captivity chained me, dragged me along – tell me, killers, what was my wrong? Is it that I live in the land that you hate? Why, why is this my fate? Sitting by a raging fire on a chilly night – wondering how long I’ll face this plight – will this dark dusk ever cease? Will I, someday, witness dawn and peace?