Beyond
You are hopeful You hope you will be free One day
Even as you starve to death Even as you ravedge the bodies For any scrap of clothing
Our captors laugh as we work Free labor, cheep labor Nothing more, except a number
How can you keep hoping? We are trapped here forever Even after we die...
We will never be free When was the last time you saw the sun? Beyond the billowing clouds of smoak
You can smell the burning flesh The sickly-sweet smell Which we hope never to become
What God would do this Let ths happen How could anyone see this, us, and not weep?
I pray to see the sun Beyond these walls beyond the smoke
© Marissa "Ice-Blue Stars" Hill
Ice-Blue Stars · Fri Jun 23, 2006 @ 07:45pm · 2 Comments |