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 will soon

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



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