ORPHANAGE



The land is vast 
with wide boulevards,
big blue rivers, 
high mountains, 
boundless deserts, 
countless houses, 
men of different colours, 
men of same blood, 
yet, 
there's no place to live, 
as if this sky 
is not meant for me 
to live beneath it 
and share the same water 
we paid nothing to get, 
watch the bright moon 
as it lights the world 
that my father once lived in,
that my mother just left 
to meet our ancestors, 
as I wait alone for my last breath 
in the vast land 
that has no room 
for orphans. 

© P-Seven, 2019.

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