Sing For Me The Song Of Black Birds

the tribe forgotten in torn pages fled
their temples ruined their houses burned
in it's them there's us we never learned
the foes the hatred born of the heart
the test of cheeks just a weak 'no'
guess serves us right God only knows?

poem by Miroslava OdalovicReport problemRelated quotes
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