Tramped down, part of
Pathway now.
Fences are down.
Soldiers come in as
they please.
The fruit gardens
Now a dry wasteland.
Her garden lies in ruins,
Unguarded.
The gate is like an open mouth
That everyman uses.
Fences are down, every thief
and common man indulges.
Once a guarded fruit garden
Now eaten by everyman, thief
and common.
Her fences are down.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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