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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