Wanderer
Wanderer
Homes deserted
Destroyed by power and prejudice
The blood encrusted brick and concrete dust,
The remains of living, of hope
A memory now
Replaced by pain and hunger
While legs worn and weary,
On shoes broken by endless footsteps
Camp in a pulverized arena
Undefeated,
The donated blanket,
The small gifts of living, a hope
A future, I wander, I wander
I wonder.
kamran
Sat 29th Apr 2017 18:13
Hello dear Carol.
Too you're welcome.
Yes that's a great poem.
And about Galaxy, it's true because Falaki means Skyey or we can say it Galaxy.