Leaves crunch as my worn-out shoes hit the ground;
soul and skin torned by the heat of a new time.
Scars of old sorrows have painted my lips as starved men.
Eyes have seen the dangers of stability; my mind is sick...
Family and friends are lost, the sun tells a happier story.
Heaven's lights burn; hat, basket, and paintings cover the pain.
Man under my feet, the only one that knows the full journey.
YOU ARE READING
When Only Paper Can Save
PoetrySueño con un paraíso colorido, que el himno nacional sea un latido. The flag will not know bloodshed. Bad people will see what's truly up ahead. Yo quiero que el humano sea humano y que sus acciones no sean en vano. I want people to be treated e...
