gloriaayoola

Upon a warrior's fall I tell my tale The slashes on the flesh The cut in the heart The holes in the bone The screams in the air The tramps of boots The quake of the roots And on that gr Upon a warrior's

I saw poverty in the eyes, Of a little Street boy In rags and dirt Starved and malnourished And I wondered if I had seen all of its nakedness. I saw a girl in tears Roofless and of no wears Looking haggard