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This Little Pole Boy

There used to a small boy,
without a mom or dad.
He thought he is going to die,
but wasn't that bad.

When asked about his life,
he wouldn't say a thing.
Just like a bird eager to fly, but without a single wing.

Eventually, reached a day,
when i questioned him.
Then he started telling a story that was very very dim.

He said when he was five,
the Nazi came and slaughtered,
the new born baby of the family which was his father's daughter.

He escaped with his mother,
and forgot that town.
But it was on that day when his dad went down.

The child's mother,
was then used to stealing.
Things like marijuana just for dealing.

This didn't last long,
as his mother was caught guilty.
You can't stop capital punishment as some people are so filthy.

It was when he was nine,
as this little pole boy,
lost all he had, all, even his joy.

When he finished his story,
He saw me about to cry.
I agree, if i was him, I was really about to die.

I thought, then smiled.
When knew he shouldn't be dim,
as my parents and i decided to adopt him.

Copyright © Kasra Mojahed | Year Posted 2015

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Date: 2/18/2016 11:01:00 AM

Kasra, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry. LOVE LINDA
Date: 12/5/2015 9:33:00 PM

Kasra, I really enjoyed this poem thanks for sharing **SKAT**
Date: 10/20/2015 3:14:00 PM

Kasra Aziz This is a sad poem. The way you write is nice, the way you rhyme is nice, but your grammar needs some refinements. I can always help you.
Date: 2/14/2015 2:02:00 PM

Rather touching in a melancholy sort of way. :) john.

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