Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Pappou

Four long months Locked inside a cruel prison, tortured by shining lights, cold hands and indifference. Each day, begging for a silent mercy, he doesn’t see the tears shed for him He longs for home, his family, his dignity - It’s all been ripped away like seams from a stitch Heaving chest, blue eyes dim He takes his last breath and with that – his dignity returns He goes home Where he belongs.

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