I'm home
all alone
not a sound in the house
not even a mouse
As the fire roars
I sit there with my thoughts
There is a knock at the door
I go see who it is
As I get near
A gun goes off
then the door is broken down
and I'm on the ground
bleeding now
Guys with masks storm in
The bleeding gets bad
They're stealing stuff that I've lived with for years
and all I can do is die
I start to cry
not because I am about to die
or my stuff is gone forever more
It's because people can be so poor
that they have to knock at an old man's door.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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