Shattered

A hetalia poem, for Ireland.

Trapped in a dream
Her mind continues to return to the
Days of her terror
Her days haunted by the sounds
Of the screams of her people
As they are dragged and thrown
Onto boats and ships headed
For America and Australia
...
Her nights are cursed and torn apart
By the groans and smell of death
Of ghosts that follow her ever step
...
They pull at her chains
Choking her...
Strangling her...
Pulling her to her knees
Wishing for her to answer the
Question which was never answered...
.
.
.
Why did she exist...


Ireland has gone through more than any country could think. Forced into an alliance with England, Scotland and Wales. Put through slavery for at least 3 centuries because of England. Ireland lost half its population in just 1 century because of slavery and the slaves were treated horribly worst than African slaves. Starved through famine during the 1840s and 1850s and was refused help by England.
Ireland only just broke free from England/Great Britain but she still remains apart of the Union Jack...

Author's Note

My poems sound like story's.....

This one isn't very good....

Reviews

[The Crow]

"This one isn't very good". I am not sure if you are fishing for compliments or you actually think it is poor in quality, either way I do not plan to patronize you. That being said, the whole intention of art is to make an individual feel some sort of emotion. What I read here, while in essence unfortunately short and quite a bit cluttered, gave me a feeling. I have spent the last few days reading page after page of schlock; uninteresting writing that bores the reader after the first sentence. I see something with potential here. I'm not going to lie to you, it's by no means amazing, but I don't think you were throwing a great amount of effort into it. You have potential to make something great, and very unique, but it will take practice, along with perhaps a bit more content. I have faith in the fact that, if you are willing to do it, your work will be notable.

[PenguinEmpiress]

I can't remember when i actually wrote this one and when i went to post it i read it over again and actually it didn't sound as good as i had hoped, so i can assure you i wasn't just fishing for compliments - I'm not that sort of person. But, thank you for your honesty on this poem, i don't really write poems, but thank you so much for your words.