It's something my grandfather taught me
before I was born
with sun in my eyes and
war in my smile.
I won't see clouds running and not see
numbers, not think of it, side with them,
Not You.
Men of different faces sit around a table
and discuss what to do with my homeland
just as we've begun
to fight back.
"Men of different faces sit around a table
ReplyDeleteand discuss what to do with my homeland
just as we've begun
to fight back."
The emotions that come from this portion of the poem are so palpable. Another good poem!
thanks! k7 comes from the holocaust tattoo on my grandfather's arm, so yeah there are a lot of raw emotions here.
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