Prisoners of a net

by rasha M.   Feb 9, 2006


Those people we met
had nothing to get
they ate with no joy
and played with no toy
they envied the birds
and expressed with no words
they tried to capture a smile
but it always took a while
they lived through other's happiness
yet still enduring their sadness
they survived life desperately
and praised God sincerely
each reached out for his star
but it seemed just a little bit too far
they surrendered to their destiny
and lost their battle shamefully
those people we met
were prisoners of a net
whose fishermen had thrown a trap
and these people were stuck with no map

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  • 17 years ago

    by Mohamed

    Great one Rasha 5/5
    :)