The Trunk From Overseas Poem by Debora Soramaki

In the bedroom where they talked
Was the trunk from overseas.
The door was always locked,
' Won't you let us in, please? '
What were they trying to hide
From us kids who want to know?
' Can't we take a peek inside,
Is it filled with lots of dough? '
Soon our hearts filled with excitement
As the trunk began to open.
Inside it was a document
Signed by several famous men.
We were very disappointed
That no money was inside,
It was just a stupid paper
About some people who had died.