(Abu Ghraib)
The girl walks out rejected;
and sits across a sandbag,
her hand is in her hair.
With a tear in her eye she screams:
"Notorious desert prison!
why must you reject me so?"
Another man begins his yelling,
"MY flesh and blood!
yet still I could not go!"
A group begins to gather,
Outside the gates and doors.
Greiving their innocent relatives,
and screaming out united calls:
"oh notorious Abu Ghraib,
must it be written on the wall?"
Dedicated to Chikitita
by luke(y) Skinner 21/04/06 (edited 27/06/06)
The girl walks out rejected;
and sits across a sandbag,
her hand is in her hair.
With a tear in her eye she screams:
"Notorious desert prison!
why must you reject me so?"
Another man begins his yelling,
"MY flesh and blood!
yet still I could not go!"
A group begins to gather,
Outside the gates and doors.
Greiving their innocent relatives,
and screaming out united calls:
"oh notorious Abu Ghraib,
must it be written on the wall?"
Dedicated to Chikitita
by luke(y) Skinner 21/04/06 (edited 27/06/06)
1 Comments:
You write very insightful poetry for a nineteen-year-old. Keep it up.
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