Poverty
Beaches with castles & beautiful shores.
A dream we want more.
A past where we grew up poor.
Never allowed out the front door.
I hated sleeping on the floor.
We read fairy tale lore.
Rage that makes me roar.
I need a vacation tour.
Thinking has become a chore.
Stop these slaughtering wars!
Heaven is where angels soar....
© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved
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