USELESS

USELESS

By: Nur Fitria

When the king kill the kid

The green grass is bleding

And the queen kick the quack

The sound of silent being the scream of groan

I still standing in the rain

I still lamenting my fate

I crying in silent

I am useless

When the king burn the quide

Chaos shook the kingdom

And the queen beat the scholarly

Raider attack the kingdom

I still standing in the rain

I still lamenting my fate

I crying in silent

I am useless