Grandpa's Secret
There he is, there's grandpa's big boy.
Come up here and sit with grandpa.
You see this? This is my secret,
It's all the poems I've written
In one book; since the country changed.
Do you know how your mommy says
Not to talk when those guys with guns
Are around? You know the ones.
In the army outfits, staring,
Listening to every word,
Questioning everything heard.
This secret is kind of like that.
We are not allowed to write things
Anymore that show we have dreams.
I share this book with special groups
And your daddy's going to follow.
My hope is that sometime soon
You will be able to read this and
Our country isn't always hollow.
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