STRANGE LAND.

At the center of the crowd,

I’m so lonely,

For their language is not mine,

Their sound terrifies me.

Who are them?

They seem to be of my kind but not,

And so I leave them,

And go out of the city.

Oh I’ve been chained,

I must stay under thus bondage,

Whether I want or not,

I must exist in this land for a while.

But I won’t last here forever,

For the time is so limited,

Few minutes to come,

I’ll be out of this prison.

But I must be careful,

For any mistake can hold me here,

I must be innocent,

Well, more than innocent, holly.
By Benson M.