Tuesday, 17 April 2012

A Trail

One by one I went to pick up the shinny coins
on the beach and then I put them into my blue bucket
along I went to collect them much like I collect rocks
and then I run home and take them to mummy so
she can buy bread and cheese

When I went  coin picking again
there was non there and there were just hollow holes
where the coins should have been
and then I understood the tide had come and taken them away
now no more bread and cheese we have

Instead we have tap water
and air
We are still alive and I wish we were dead
that’s what I pray for before I go to bed
because it would be more merciful than this 

By Elena Kokonova 

another political poem. hope you all enjoy it. 

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