I only arrived
a few weeks ago
my suitcase bursting
with pages and pages
soaked with my soul
The worlds children
hide in terror as well
afraid of the future
and the white men
pounding at their doors
you may consider me a child
but my heart feels centuries old
I’m only a tourist
but this country is burning down
they close down their bazaars
collect their words and dignity
the kind leader
is being drove out
we pile into boats
and I can’t help but feel like an imposter
a tourist among the founding fathers
of this great place
I hope when we tour
another place
somebody, anybody
wants to read my silly words
because to others
the may seem corny and dramatic
but without them
my soul has nowhere to go
Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 11:21 AM UTC
I only arrived
a few weeks ago
my suitcase bursting
with pages and pages
soaked with my soul
The worlds children
hide in terror as well
afraid of the future
and the white men
pounding at their doors
you may consider me a child
but my heart feels centuries old
I’m only a tourist
but this country is burning down
they close down their bazaars
collect their words and dignity
the kind leader
is being drove out
we pile into boats
and I can’t help but feel like an imposter
a tourist among the founding fathers
of this great place
I hope when we tour
another place
somebody, anybody
wants to read my silly words
because to others
the may seem corny and dramatic
but without them
my soul has nowhere to go
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