On the Playground
Billy laughed and played,
Having fun with the other kids.
I asked why they were happy.
They didn’t understand.
Justin was on the swings.
He stared at the ground
and clenched his fists.
I left him alone.
I came across Molly.
Molly said she loved her brother
She asked where he went.
I didn’t know.
Mrs. Shy came to me
and wiped my wet cheeks.
I didn’t know I was crying.
Why am I crying?
Her fault
Mommy called it.
She’s the one who bought it.
They still took him away.
This poem is about:
My country
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