Bang, a gun shot,
A man is crying in the corner.
Guess what? You're caught,
A stowaway, a foreigner.
There's no need to hide,
We know that you're in there,
We can see through your lies,
In your plans there was an error.
Shivering you lay,
Afraid of what is to come.
In the barn you hide in hay,
You're a criminal to some.
All your life you've played,
This painful game of life.
All this money that you've made,
You've never stolen in you're life.
In your life you wanted to leave,
Your country to get out of war,
Through manny deaths that's made grieve,
Many who died were poor.
You tried to leave your country,
But the police said you must stay.
Take yourself away in poetry,
You left your country one day.
Now your classed as a stowaway,
An offender of the law.
You're friends tell you to go away,
You hear a bird go caw.
You're running from the law,
A stowaway, a foreigner,
A gun over there you saw,
You're crying in the corner. |
Submission Name: A Stowaway, A foreigner
