Someone touched me as I slept
I awoke in a desert
I tried to draw your face in the sand
But the wind came and blasted my eyes
I ran towards the comfort of my past
But there was no horizon
So I stopped and stood, erect
Like a nipple on the smooth breast of Mother Earth
And I watched as the shifting sands
Stole the footprints of my story.
Just a short thought/poem on what it must be like to have your history/family stolen from you.
Incidentally, I grew up in Northern Ireland among all the s***e...
Dear Mother Earth, please bless Palestine!
- Stu
* edited a word that others may find offensive. please read sticky in chat corner concerning all the forum. this is a family site...Thank you.....upyerkilt*