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Autumn Child

  • Writer: contactjldupont
    contactjldupont
  • Nov 6, 2022
  • 1 min read


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autumn child born naked as the season’s trees cradled in a bed of rotting leaves


there’s a border here


and we refuse to let you pass to reach our hoarded bounty of summers past


for you a silver blanket a food parcel a nylon shelter must suffice


and all you have today are desperate eyes but no voice to argue your plight nor the strength for a fight


autumn child we ignore you now and then won’t understand when years from now you’ll be at our borders once more with hatred in your eyes

 
 
 

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