Past times came by, paid a visit
hollow eyes, haggard face
all telltale signs of what had been
Nothing like a pointed nose
hovering above thin lips
to tell of wants and hardships
So this run down past is
the reality of former generations
face like a map over misery
but somewhere within that gaze
lie smouldering cinders
fire not quite extinguished
only trapped within poverty
hardships and subjection
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-05-01 22:54:20
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