THE
Beginning,
middle and end.
The
beginning, filled
with
Love and kindness,
People’s hearts
filled with love.
The world, oh, the
World, what a
nice place
To be.
The
middle, different
from the
First, hate and
meanness covering
The world.
Friendship being
Blown away from the
wind
Oh the world, the
world, what
A miserable place to
be.
You will never, ever
believe me
You get taken, taken
away
From family members
and
Friends
To a
miserable place
Saying good-bye
Last words
Believe me
it’s true.
Oh, the end, flying
in my head
Like the
first leaf in fall.
Falling slowly very
slowly
With a soft thud
The beginning, the
middle
And the end.
Then, in your brain
You ask yourself
Is it all true?
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Broken
Glass
Glittering by the
moon’s
Light
Lay little pieces of
glass
Millions!
Billions!
Trillions!
And more,
more, more,
HATE comes close
Closer and
closer
I wish
You wish
We wish
For it to stop but
KNOW
Wishes
don’t
Always come true
People
believe that
Things will get
better but
KNOW
Only after several
years!
In the
ghetto,
The gross and
lonely ghetto,
Getting only pieces
of black bread and a
Tiny cup
Of water
Or soup made of sand
Glittering,
glittering under the
moon’s light
Lay the little
pieces of glass.
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Water
Gliding
Flying
Around in my
head
Water
Water
Oceans, Rivers,
Lakes and Streams
Waterfalls
Full of Water
But there’s
None
Of water in
the ghetto
You listen
and
What do you
Hear
Where’s
water?
Water
Water is wasted in
our times
But several
Several
Years ago
In
The ghetto
You had to
wait
And wait
To get
A drop of
Water
Water
Water
Flying around
in my head.
Anzhelika
Help,
help,
help,
help,
help,
help,
help,
help
There
in the
Ghetto
the
Dark cold
Ghetto
People
call it
Home
But I
Would
Never
Never
Ever
Would I
Say a thing
Ghetto, the old
ghetto
Would never
Be my home
Help
help
My
one
The only wish
Would ever
Be
To get out of this
Dark scary
And
Lonely place.
Anzhelika
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