Carrying a Bag
A man carries a bag He was a father He was a husband Where are his children? Where is his wife? look inside the bag. While he carries his loved ones With what he should be carrying food for the ones he loved, Warmongers wearing the masks of liberation or of protection fight and scream. Both are monsters, For if they cannot see the suffering of many, Why should they be called humans?
Ad
Poetry Books 50% Off
Bestselling collections from top poets
Shop Now →
