Red Midnight

This poem is based from the book Red Midnight by Ben Mikaelsen

The midnight sky is a deepening red, full of blood and shrieks
Uncle's last words were, "Take your sister and escape from here...Go to America...North..."
Violet flowers lay on my mother's cold, dead hands
Within seconds I gather what we need for the voyage
As we leave the once-welcoming village, I cover my sister's ears as we hear more explosions, gun shots, and screams for help and desperation