Nothing Left
Little ones gone
house gone
husband gone
life gone
dreams discarded
they tell me run along
I leave my homeland with a song
one day
I may be old
I will come back to die
with my family buried long ago
never forgotten
one day, there will be a dance
to tell this story
of slaughter, knifes and thieves
Copyright © Aurore Severo | Year Posted 2024
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