The children are
brought to shore
in little boats,
while they implore
for us to pack them
some food. Arrows
soar through the night
the city under seizure
the men put up a fight.
We hold them close
and let them go, the men
endure, we do hope
so. The water flickers
on the city walls, our
ever foe and duty calls
we push the boats away.
Now on the waves, the boats
do wobble, afraid to really go.
Please look not back; the fire
of our fears, will gobble
up the the burning town.
The eldest are held for what
they're worth, the little ones drown
in tears. We never know
if they sail safely, to their
havens in the north. Our own
ships have long sailed
forth.