Still Vermin
—
I am just like you
But hungry
My stomach longs
For days of food
A taste that through
My numbing mind
I sometimes still remember
—
I am just like you
But dirty
My oily, spotted flesh
Smells rank and damp
From days afloat
With no warm breeze to sing to me
Just the icy spray from salted sea
—
I am just like you
But cold
My garments, insufficient
On the day I left, with hope,
Now cling like a thing
To which you would attach
The label of derision
—
I am just like you
But childless
From my frozen hands
The locks of young blonde hair
Were torn by those whose
Eyes could look no more
On frothing foam
—
I am just like you
But simpler
You do lot know
What it is like
To live within a hungry hole
And shelter from…
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This was marvellous, Sue. It is high time that the world wakes up to the cries that go unanswered.
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I agree…and Steve s words bring that home.
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Definitely. 🙂
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Hmm! We are just like each other…
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We are…
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Wow, Sue…what a stunning piece of work!!
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Had to share this poem, Darren.
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Me too!
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