We no longer
See our reflection
In the eyes
Of our brothers and sisters.
*
We no longer
Remember the days
Of tilling soil
Under the Anatolian sun.
*
We no longer
Know how to mark time,
Nor can our feet find
The path connecting me to you.
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Randy Baker
Poet, author, essayist.
My Vocal "Top Stories":
* The Breakers Motel * 7 * Holding On * Til Death Do Us Part * The Fisherman
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Comments (3)
Dystopian fiction is closer to reality than ever it feels.
Sad because it's true, but beautiful for the same reason.
Oooo, this was so profound and poignant! Loved it so much!