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By spiderbaby49
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03 April 2005 |
Written a little while ago when I had been watching a TV drama about young girls from eastern europe who end up in horrific circumstances in the UK. My country,
my cradle,
Mother, sing a lullaby
across the sea
to help me sleep.
Prisoners of men's desire;
my sisters and I.
Held inside four walls
like dogs in a cage.
My country
my cradle,
Mother, sing a lullaby
across the sea
to help me sleep.
Hopeless, helpless.
Ugly, sweating bodies
day after day,
no escape.
My country
my cradle,
Mother, sing a lullaby
across the sea
to help me sleep.
Was I ever innocent?
This feels like
forever.
To die now would be ok.
My country
my cradle,
Mother, sing a lullaby
across the sea
to help me sleep.
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sobering powerful
Written by kevinrobson71 (42 comments posted) 3rd April 2005 | conjures up well the harsdhip and abuse of human life
(you did well not to make it complicated or artsy) | Very Lyrical
Written by Ed (14 comments posted) 3rd April 2005 | I love the contrast here of the gentle swaying meter and the suffering of the subject. It's also clever how you use simple language - it really could be the voice of one of those girls.
Almost brought a tear to the eye. |
Written by spiderbaby49 (137 comments posted) 4th April 2005 | Thank you both. I try to write from inside the head of people in harsh situations sometimes.
spidey |
Written by Chelle (9 comments posted) 29th June 2007 | This is really sad, real tear jerker. True writing comes in the forms of reaching out to the readers, and I for one, was touched reading this.
Beautifully written.
Chelle x |
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