The Irony of Mirrors
You were a bird
And I was an egg
You left me unhatched
And I was unfed
I was not a pencil
To use on your test
But you didn't care
You used his chalk instead
I was a raindrop
That fell on your head
And you brushed me off
When your heart turned to lead
My soul was a country
I couldn't defend
When you invaded my home
And you burned all my land
Copyright © Andrew Travis | Year Posted 2017
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