a cry for Freedom

pram
I had a clear view

louder than words

that were selling a dream

like apple and honey

the conversations baffle

a single cry for Freedom

 

In the big old pram

I carry away their doubts

that brought nothing to fruition

 

About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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