The Last Call - Poem by Ghost Legend
Your family's calling
One last battle,
Using all of your strength,
Is all that's needed
For the pain to cease.
Or perhaps it's the other way
Yet you must react to that wretched
Yes, I know graves find our caves
But there's so much to be done in fetched
Where's liberty by Vieques' sea?
(You'd love to blow kisses at an evening breeze.)
I bought you a lamb—if only you would see
That life is changing for our family.
It all reaches us, but I believe
There's no harm in procrastinating
Our departure—What we could be
Before the rug is swept under our feet.
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