For my people my heart becomes tender
It’s a gruesome sight to see and think about
These great men all belonged to me
Now they are all dead they died for you and me
I had no choice I had to surrender
Now in my heart I become so tender
This life of mine I am afraid might be broken
I am now poor without any golden tokens
Also for my people at home I am afraid for
For it seems they are now stranded outside
as if someone has locked the door.
I pray the Lord helps them to be safe.
This is one of my English poems for my final.
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