with all immigrants drowning in the mediterranean in mind


night falls on grave water's end

night falls on grave water's end
rippling in bright moon light sheer
stalling at the sudden wind
tipping and toppling

this is the Mediterranean
rolling it's waves equally
in between the continents
armed with nothing but lies



Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-08-30 at 21:44

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