What Would Become of Us

Survive. They did.

Survive. They did.

Alive..because they did not know.

They didn’t know..

 

Survive. They did.

Survive. They did.

This life, if they knew what would become of us,

They would have chosen for us

To die, instead.

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
Our world

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