North Korea
His eyes grow cold as his hair crawls down his shirt to his spoon, into his cabbage water.
He cries inside, for his innocence lost, for who this will make him become….for what he cannot have.
Inhumane, he is like cattle and he is branded.
Unjust, unknown, he whispers “please…” and they see him….”Stupid American.”
Taken from Nightmare Abroad.
May 29th, 2021
Liberum Divisa 6 Poetry Contest
Copyright © Jacquline Musgrave | Year Posted 2021
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