Edwin Cordero


The Last Call - Poem by Edwin Cordero

Ring, ring...
Your family's calling
It seems;
One last battle,
Using all of your strength,
Is all that's needed
For the pain to cease.

Or perhaps it's the other way
Around,
Yet you must react to that wretched
Sound.
Yes, I know graves find our caves
Out,
But there's so much to be done in fetched
Hideouts.

Where's liberty by Vieques' sea?
(You'd love to blow kisses at an evening breeze.)
I bought you a lamb—if only you would see
That life is changing for our family.

It all reaches us, but I believe
There's no harm in procrastinating
Our departure—What we could be
Before the rug is swept under our feet.


Comments about The Last Call by Edwin Cordero

  • Gold Star - 34,112 Points Gajanan Mishra (5/5/2013 5:54:00 AM)

    good poem, I enjoyed it, thanks.
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 5, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 18, 2013


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