By Milner Place
i have no right
to speak for those
who sleep in rags
and pain
and die
like rats in steel-jawed traps
beneath
the walls of mansions
i have no right
but i hear
clear
their brave music
on each gust
of wind
Category: Poetry
By Milner Place
i have no right
to speak for those
who sleep in rags
and pain
and die
like rats in steel-jawed traps
beneath
the walls of mansions
i have no right
but i hear
clear
their brave music
on each gust
of wind
Category: Poetry