I don't want to live
in my country anymore
if I'm forced to eat the rich
over bread, since I'm now poor.
I don't want to die
on these grounds tonight,
but if the earth wants to claim me,
I won't put up a fight.
this was the world I was left.
my footprint is small.
I'm only me; that's not a lot,
but I'll be here for the fall.
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Offline) - Published: August 1st, 2025 19:26
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
"I'm only me that's not a lot"
I disagree
You are an artist as this write proves
2nd verse though a bot scary is stunning
Glad to discover your writing
thanks for reading!!
Very well said. Excellent
Thank you
A poem that centers around inequity and unfairness. Nicely done
Thanks
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