FRED

THERE WAS A MAN NAMED FRED
HE WAS TIRED SO HE WANT TO BED
HE HAD A DREAM
ALL ABOUT ICECREAM
sharing it with his best friend ted.

free verse poem

POWER IS ALL THEY CARE ABOUT,
AS I SEE THE WALL COME UP,
ALL I WANT IS FOR IT TO FALL,
AS FAMILYS HAVE BEEN SPLIT UP,
I HEAR THEIR CRIES AND WANT TO HALP,
AS I TRY TO GET TO THE OTHER SIDE,
I LOOK AROUND BUT ALL IS SCARED,
AS I GET STOPPED RIGHT OUT SIDE,
I WISH I WERE JUST SECONDS EARLIER,
I COULD HAVE HAD SAFTY ON MY SIDE,
AS HOPE IS GONE AND ALL IS LOST,
I JUST WISH I WERE IN THE WEST.