Barbed wire keeping us in
It's cold, especially when there is no coal
We wait in line for food
Even then it's never good
There are guards with big guns
I used to wave at them till brother said not to
Father got taken away at the beginning
Mother cries in the back of the barracks
I wish we could leave, go back to the city
Before the government ripped us away
Before I was a stranger in my own country
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Bits and Pieces
PoetryA random collection of my poetry relating to historical events, current events, and generally the way my life is going.
