Devil, Spare Us All Poem by polina che

Devil, the evil and sacré
Spare us all
Of this fire
Of war and death
Of nothing and something
That means to me
Like a pencil on paper
Drawing a doodle
With my blood
New and scorched
Since I have been forced
Into a pointless
Cage of humanity vs. humanity
Where people die and blow up
Like painless rocks
Thrown from a cloud of black
Old, worn, useless cloud of black anger
Shadowing me until I see nothing
Why war?
Why force me to do this?
When my life is already so perfect
J’ai des enfants
Qui ne saurais pas son pere
Because he was forced into
A plate of hot scorching, dry,
Evil land
Where he was shot instantly
Devil, know this
I will never do your bidding of this hell
But spare me of a useless, painless death