Tarrakkul the Gazzele
This Fall - Poem by Tarrakkul the Gazzele
Things have changed.
Freedoms are gone.
The safety of the old ages is gone.
Left am I in the dry peril.
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 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?
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