Hidden feeling

The people that see us,

Don't really know,

The suffering memories,

We get to hold,

Deep in our hearts,

We can remember,

The pain that it cost,

The pressure you get,

When you see your love ones tearing apart,

The seperation of families we see today,

Where once there was love,

know there's just pain.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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