Poetry Tag

captive

1 The sky-glow of the city,
which lies, broken and filthy in the dirt,
lights up the whole sky
above the house where they are enchambered--
those poor little children
2
They huddle together and wait...
made to feel so abate
these are the unwanted of the streets
the ones nobody wants to keep
they pray to the lord
to open the door
and make them free

Contributors

1. sweetpoison on Thursday, January 14, 1999, 12:42:54.
2. SweetVamp (sweetvamp_donna@adelphia.net) on Monday, January 18, 1999, 23:33:43.

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  • Updated Monday, 18-Jan-1999 23:33:43 PST