In the midst of the night
They crawl, yellow.
In the surges of devastation
They paddle, yellow.
When they're smothered with the ice
When they're caught without their weapons
Like deer in the headlights
Forget dignity, forget pride
The lives they are living are simply lies.
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They crawl, yellow.
In the surges of devastation
They paddle, yellow.
When they're smothered with the ice
When they're caught without their weapons
Like deer in the headlights
Forget dignity, forget pride
The lives they are living are simply lies.
What do you think of this poem?
Thanks