Mr. Skinny
We were a herd;
You cut us out,
Marked us with,
Blackened doubt.
The fence went up,
Us on the other side.
Your choice was made,
By your bloated pride.
There was a time,
You had our back.
Then came the day,
You culled our pack.
Your blood is ours,
And ours is yours.
Why have you locked us,
Outside the doors?
In heaven's home,
When we see each other,
I pray with hope...
I'll again call you brother.
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Heart to Heart
PoesiaCongratulations to our winners of the June 2017 Contest Heart to Heart, AmbergrisJane and Ajay-Kumar. If you could talk heart to heart with someone, what would you say. Check out the title page for rules.
