"Do you long for a home?
A safe place to live?
Are you willing to take?
Before learning to give?
Would you build your walls
Upon ground that's known
The violent fall
Of another's home?
Would you raise your own
Upon another's grave
Beside the ghosts
Of children, brave.
Who had died alone
By your own hand
Is a child's blood
Not as sacred as land?
A land that death
Lingers and roams
Is no place to build
Your 'sacred' homes"
- Arabella Katt (xCaptainCl3mentinex)
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Pocket Full Of Poetry | Collection Of My Original Poetry | Arabella Katt
PoetryA collection of poetry I have written. Enjoy! " I Climb Into The Tallest Tree, Where You Could Never Find Me, Where Words On Paper Planes Fly Free, Watch stories sail across the sea In My Ink Filled World Where I Can Be, With Pockets Full Of Poetry"...
