Through the bloodshed of countless young men,
And the protests of your elders,
You continue to thrive and live,
Not survive,
In a place where cruelty's are nothing,
And the discharge of responsibility meets your eyes,
And yet you muster your courage,
You make your voice count,
When no-one would listen,
I ask you,
How did you do it?
Because the same cannot be said for me.
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It's okay if you don't get some of these poems, because some will be fairly personal - like this one.
Until next time - remember to vote comment and share!
Love
Caroline xx
