Thief (A Portion)

Note: This is part of my new poem. I’m trying to decide if this part is a stand-alone poem on its own or if it needs the first 6 stanzas. Let me know what you think.


This land was meant for another people
Where shall I go? I cry
It is more than the missing land
I have birthright here like my kin
You expect joy when dignity is gone?
I didn’t choose to be born here.
Thief, whispers the land. You do not belong.
I will not leave.

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  1. Thieves (expanded) | Lizbeth's Garden

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