Cold Blankets

Why so scared

little girl?

Is it the tinfoil

wrapped around your bones?

My footsteps

shaking your floor?

Life leaving your

neighbor's eyes?

Being torn from the soil

which you were planted?

Stolen from your home,

lost, exposed, afraid.

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world

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