Darts

  

                                                         Darts

 

We are sightless souls,

with black blindfolds,

in a dark room,

aiming our darts,

at a target,

that isn’t there.

Don’t trust those,

who claim,

that they alone,

have hit,

the bulls eye.

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This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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