I’m from a war zone
I have a new ‘home’
I ride on a horse
Called Tro-
-jan
I know how to use
Weapons
I’m a pawn in
Someone else’s game
Isn’t it a shame
I’ve been brain-
washed
Like the folks coming under
The cosh
In my new home
When I was a kid
My imagination roamed
Galaxies
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Author:
Mutley Ravishes (
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The imagination of children is limitless and here is expressed some of it. Fun and nicely worded.
Thanks, Soren. The poem was supposed to be “serious “! Maybe I should stick to comedy.
Many of my poems are taken different than I intend when I write them. That is the beauty of poetry.
Nice work..
Thanks!
We might be pawns now, but hopefully we'll be transformed when we reach the other side.
Yes, lots of work to do.
When I play chess(not well) I attack with the rooks, and sacrifice the bishops. It's a blood bath but if my pawn becomes transformed I win.
A blood bath…… I guess it’s coming.
Anyways , the seed of unique potential is just waiting to be watered!
It is what it is.
Indeed.
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