You say you’ll never go back

 

Because a wicked man

Plucked a flower from your hair

And crushed it in his dirty hand

 

Because you begged for mercy

From people whose souls

Were old brick walls

 

And all you heard in return

Were the echoes of your pleading

 

Because all of your tears

Could never wash the dirt of the streets

From your face

 

And because deep in the night

You cry for our souls

And puzzle over

 

How mine could never leave.

 

 

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