FallingA Poem by Joy CAfter researching on aboriginal people for Social Studies, I just set about to compose a poem. It's not good though, not good enogh to show the injustics implied on them....An guardian eagle
He is a failure
He perches on a dilapidated rooftop
The man, burying in alcohol
He is drinking like there is no tomorrow
With a flicker of his fingers
His body falls
An soundless, pitiful protest © 2008 Joy CReviews
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