Sorry| Short Poem

They poisoned the dogs in my street

They said I can no longer give them food to eat

But I’d always eat half my plate

Save it for midnight

When it’s much too late

Then I go running with the wild dogs

They poisoned the dogs in my street

And I still refuse to eat, the food on my plate

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2003 in History

They were barefooted

Running after the tanks

Men dressed the color of desert

Staring at the foreigner’s hands

Children waving

Glorious day

When they believed what the soldiers had to say

Freedom I long to know

Freedom they told me so

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