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Tarrakkul the Gazzele

Rookie (25, October,1996)

This Fall


Things have changed.
Freedoms are gone.
The safety of the old ages is gone.
Left am I in the dry peril.
Daily attacked.
No more to dance freely beneath the trees.
No more to swing my arms,
drinking in the golden afternoon sun.
No more to skip down the road.
No more to wander along the river.
No more to smile in the moonlight.
Why?
Why, why the innocence of my homeland taken?
The safety of we children peeled away?
Slowly, slowly, everything has changed.
Oh oh! How I long to run!
How I long to dance, to laugh, to sing!
To smile freely, without evil eyes watching!
Oh to know that I am protected!
To be free, and unharmed!
That we could clap our hands,
That we could click our feet,
That we could stand together and live!
God where is the freedom and innocence of my homeland?

Submitted: Monday, October 29, 2012
Edited: Monday, October 29, 2012
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The poem says it all. Freedom is lost in my homeland, my house isn't safe to live in anymore, so I sleep in a chair in my parents house now. I'm sitting in the same chair now actually. Not long ago we were free, I could skip down the road, I could live in my house, I could smile freely, but now, ah, now what has happened to my homeland?

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