The sun rises and sets each day to wish that I can fly away.
Boxcars rattle on the tracks of doom.
Confused,lost, what will happen soon?
Soldiers barking their only orders
Nervous, shaking, death awaiting.
We all wonder now what will be next.
We wish that we could fly away, far far away from this horrid place.
The sun of happiness never rose.
Day was in the grimness of night.
Silent day of no rest.
Starved,beaten, who knows what is next?
The smell of death filled the air, no happiness is to be found over there.
Our only hope is to fly away, far far away from this horrid place.
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Food for Thought (#Wattys2019)
PoetryA collection of some of my original poetry. Just some "Food for Thought".
