Segregated Poem by April Down

Segregation a phenomenon
To leave bound to bound empty,
And hesitant; inhabitants from time to time
Voyage its vast landscape,
Gypsies and nomads
Heads bent and arms raised
And then silence in the forlorn

A few challenge and declare strength
To rest calm upon and lend company
To this soil of acidic components

They never stay.
The lands curse them for
Lending only pity and failing to
Grow love for it
I can hear it. It is strident and restless
Yet too most it’s just silence.
A calm, which lends no peace