Scarlet Letters

Our Losses

Aimless hit

We fight beating the air

All day we search for meat

Yet the powers are being unfair


Fears feel our hearts

Our hats we hold on to

Finding rest in the dearth

Believing yet our faith is dashed


No water for our thirsty heart

Our world is breaking

As the sun bakes us further

Yet we would stay here to make lather


No place like home

This place floods with milk and honey

This place has more than enough money

Yet we keep hoping on the next flight

To other places mourning our losses

© Booky Glover, 2019

Booky Glover

#593 in Others
#167 in Non-fiction

Story about: revenge, pain, xenophobia

Edited: 12.09.2019

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