Iroguis Peaple

MY HEAVENLY FATHER.
MY CROPS HAVE ALL GROWN.
ITS TIME FOR THE HARVEST,
its time to go home.
MY HEAVENLY FATHER.
MY HEARTS TORN IN TWO.
BY THE WORLD THAT I LIVE IN,
and the wors peaple chose.
MY HEAVENLY FATHER.
THIERS BEATY I SEE,
but just like the sunsets, it fades as i sleep.

poem by David Gerardino
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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