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.