I wrote a poem

I wrote a poem this morning...

Can’t Take My Soul
I knew a man who once was there,
who once there was, I knew a man.
A man I knew who was not good, no good
this man was everywhere.

​I knew a man who came to ravage
Ravage our land,
from left and right
and right and left,
and up and down and down.
And up.
He took it all. He took our children.
He wouldn't stop until the end.

But at the end was left my soul.
My soul was still,
but still at the end was my soul.
My soul was at the end.
He could not take that
Take my soul he did not.
For he did not know me,
or I him a stranger from afar.

He thought he'd win.
Win, to win, to win.
But he lost.
Hearts and minds.
Mothers and sons.
Fathers and daughters.
He lost us, he lost them
He lost everyone.

He took. Took took
Everything but not our souls,
not our spirit
No matter how he fought.
He never understood.

Pity the man who cannot feel
Who cannot share, cannot love
For he is truly alone in this land and no friend of ours this man

Charlot King