We Are Made Of Glass Poem by patricia schiavi

I got your money, you cannot speak
I have your child, you have nothing
We are made of glass,
Call me pure
Do not call me arrogant,
We are the best
Our hands are smoothened by your gold.
We are made of glass
If you speak we will break,
If you silence we will melt
We are made of glass.
Do not make me cry
Our mother was love.
We are made of glass
You build our house,
You pay us to sleep,
Your words have no means.
We are made of glass,
We need love
We need your soul
You made our future,
The only thing you get is a thank you,
You need to apologize
You need to say excuse me.
We close our doors
We close our windows
We are made of glass
If you speak we will break
We are made of glass.