Diaspora

These trees with falling leaves
Over broken hearts and shattered dreams
I’ve heard that line before
I spoke to one whore

That puzzled look
She gave to that cook
Who clutched all her pots
As the ship landed
All her nervousness understood
None of these things are needed

Once it’s been given
One cannot take it
That’s what the old man said
But why our land had been forsaken
To men and women whose names where never there?

Of Mice and Men
The whore had said
Once it’s been given
It can always be taken away
Remember child
It can always be taken away

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