Thursday, January 17, 2008

ROBBED

Robbed—
Of my home
My belongings
The cars, the clothes
The job

Robbed—
Of my family
My children
Of their childhood
And maybe some of my own

Robbed—
Of joy and hope and
Peace and love

Robbed—
Of everything I called mine

Who is this thief who has no remorse or shame?
Who is this one who takes everything—and comes back for more?
And why did I choose to be an accomplice?

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