Cages

Wed, 02/12/2020 - 03:47 -- Aripari

Torn from your home. No bed, toothbrush or comb. You travel thousands of miles, all the while losing your smiles. You come seeking a better life. But men in their high castles deny you and cause you more strife. They take your parents and lock you in cages. You sit and cry for what seems like ages. Aunts, uncles and cousins work for meager wages. You come as a dreamer. But shunned by the schemer. Is this place not founded by dreamers seeking a fresh new start? They DE-fund and crush art. All they do is steal and wage war. It seems they have forgot, by whom the weight of this country, was bore.

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world

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