The Woman Who's Blind
Senses breach the land 'fore dawn
Those hands, they shake, they quiver, so sore
Placed in forever, standing tower with brawn
Now left all alone, there's justice no more
She weeps of a babe, its name unknown
The tears, how they drop, how they fall for so long
Perhaps one day we may reap what's been sown
'Till then she will guide us, through sorrowful song
This poem is about:
My community
My country
Our world
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