Prim’s salute. Young and lovely like a fresh pink rose.
Bright and vivid like a daisy on a spring morning,
Only to have your petals wilted and destroyed by a cruel world.
By the people that swore to bring you hope and peace.
They swore to keep the districts safe.
You were sweet as honey suckles.
With a big caring heart, bigger than the boldest sun flower.
Only to have your memory encased in frost.
Lost in the sands of our cruel,