Innocent Prisoner

Sat, 02/03/2018 - 10:47 -- KinHerb

Dear Lovely

How art thou in your shackled sleep?

In thy's hallowed cell you once called home

Where people trod on thy delicate flesh

Gouging inwards and fill you with tech.

How art thou living in this abuse?

 

I swear on my soul that I shall save you

Even if I turn rogue to society

Leaving them as they have you

I will travel far and wide in all manner of weather

To find you a haven and take you there.

 

Come, leave your damaged shell and breath the air of life.

Feel the freedom of this special place

That I made just for you

No longer let yourself be bound

By the people and their poison

 

Come, come my love

My beloved beutiful Earth

Into my protective arms

My name is Sky and I swear

I will protect you from all harm.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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