Why do you not feel these things?

Why do you not feel these things?
Why life in a bunker

Why has life not infested you?
With love, hunger

Why when the Americans came
All those years ago
To fight a war
Did you enjoy their gifts?
Of film stars, nylons and dollars

Why do you not feel these things
Like a bird feels when it flies
Like a lamb feels when it is born

The feeling of life as it clogs up the heart
With fire

Why do back to back houses
in the grave of the land
Matter more
Than the call of the wild
The call of love for each other

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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