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Jan 2018
My name is Joseph
That is what my father calls me.
I am a dreamer
But when I told my brethren my dreams
I saw disgust all over their faces.
I don't know why they are so upset.
All I said was that they would bow down to me.
And I would rule over them.
I thought it was obvious even before the dream.
My father gave me a coat
And sent me out to my brothers.
I had another dream
I think I'll tell them in the fields.
But they grabbed me with angry hands.
I had no idea they had such hatred.
They threw me in the pit.
Where there is no waters.
I looked around
I tried to climb out
I slipped and fell.
I'm so thirsty.
Brothers if this is a joke its not funny
Let me out!!!
Will I ever leave this waterless place?
Or will it be my grave?
Written by
Michael Kusi  28/M
(28/M)   
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   Alasiri T
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