Wed, 03/06/2019 - 15:03 -- Angblue

There was once a time I could look at your face,

let myself stand there, when I knew what you did

I was silent then,

And then I wasn't, not anymore

And when I opened my mouth you asked me,

"Where did that silver tongue come from?"

I told you, because it was the last time,

"It went with your loyalty."

The last time I would be silent

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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