Saddened
I look around me yet hide my gaze.
I see the people, I see the crowd.
What I see must stay within,
For sight like words as I have learnt,
Cannot be free to speak or hear or see.
I am a product of mass manipulation,
Perhaps controlled to create perfection.
That what I could do or say or feel,
Would be perhaps better,
To beg that I was blind or deaf or mute.
For in a land to which I was born,
I came with innocence, eagerness and right,
To say my piece and do my part.
It is for nothing if time has lapsed my placing,
To which now has an ending of another’s certainty.
Sponsor: Brian Strand
21 September 2018
Copyright © Francesca Pappadogiannis | Year Posted 2018
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