Plants uprooted
doors locked.
Death camps and soldiers
with their guns cocked.
Hard work each day,
hungry horses searching
for hay.
Another hell of a day.
Stabbed in the back
understanding I lack.
I'm a ten wolf pack.
There's no nut I can't crack.
What if I'm a nut?
How will I get out of this rut?
Just crack me open
and reveal my soul.
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Author:
buzzybee4you (
Offline) - Published: November 16th, 2023 22:29
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Comments1
Excellent.
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