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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Social injustice: 9 of 32

Here in the Western corner Hidden by black mountains and vales From our own who descend eastward Weary in their eyes but vibrant In the eyes of a foreigner The village a broken circle releases the children Held hostage by ancient vestige Nothingness of one-hundred fifty years to them They sing the anthem as a hymn This country carefully succeeds While slowly failing The powers that be by the river In the summer they dance And in the winter they shiver Saved only by the heat provided By the western economic might As if here there are no poor Knowing of another plight Has pissed me off for y...
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