A Poem

They say that the only thing I can do now is write a poem,

And so I write here…

I know not what,

Just a short poem;

Something that will bring the memories of the future alive,

Something that will make me happy once again...

But they could hurt,

Why would they want me to be happy, I think...

So, o gods, the preserver's people, please come and help us over here, my three children and I,

We are really in need of support from those who believe in Human Rights;

O you lovely men and women who I have only just read about,

Where art thou?

My heart really longs to meet you in a pleasance,

I don't have one right now but may soon,

And, they will come back to me and be free of another's will.



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