Aug 8, 2017 · 1 min read
a thing which should be whole, clean
and nurturing has broken
a thousand words unspoken
a hundred secrets unshared
a million touches uncared
empty is my soul from starvation
struggling now to create a nation
a strong country of kith and kin
same blood, same bone
different skin
a circle unbroken
from cradle to grave
the heart I hope to save