Between those fields of grains,
In cold, dark overcrowded slums,
People listening to our tuneless drums,
Between those empty, infinite plains
Is not a place
For a girl like me.
All these burning village homes
Under the endless rain of guns,
The unlucky ones who never see the sun
Surround me, and I keep writing poems
About how this is no place
For a writer like me.
Refusing to accept the depressing truth,
We cry about our meaningless battles,
Still, we always fail to settle.
Pray for those who had to spend their youth
Here, in the country that's no place
For a child like me!
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Time To Go: A Poetry Collection
PoetryAway we go, to a place we've never been to before. I am flying, and these poems are the feathers on my wings. And it's time to go on adventures. Highest Ranking: 104 in Poetry (Thank you Wattpad!)
