How
Could we leave
We, who lived in paper houses
Whose hearts fear firmly gripped
Could we leave
The ones we buried in shallow graves
Those children born of sadness
Fed only on their mother’s grief
Could we believe
In promises filled with gaping holes
Where would we go
We who live
In a country made of paper walls
©PoP 2 Oct 2009
1 comment:
Hi, I truly enjoyed reading this amazing poem. It really relates to how society is for some. I hope that you have an oportunity to visit mine as well. Please feel free to leave a comment. Thanks.
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Donielle S.
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