Another day,
Another fear-
Of losing life and shooting fire.Pray to stop the people-
To kill our fellow,
And taking the lives we borrow.Our land became a sea of blood,
And a table for fears;
We are jailed in our own home.This is ours,
But we're begging to have it now,
But why we don't have the power to get you out.-roseesesch
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Broken
PoetryThis poem is written by my thoughts, past and heartbreaks. This is where I put all the bleeding words in my head. A broken poem from a broken pen. And this poem is not just for me. I also write to rescue those dying hearts. I write for those who can...