by Kirsteen Nakau | Sep 14, 2010 | Poetry
Is it a teenager after his ball, Or a menacing stranger prowler on call, Or is he in uniform bearing bad news He is not coming home The knock at the door No more knock at the door He’s forgotten his keys No more Knock at the door Hi honey it’s me Knock at...
by Kirsteen Nakau | Sep 14, 2010 | Poetry
Fighting on a foreign shore so far away from home. Fighting for a nation, yet they can not call it home. They will let you spill your blood to help ‘ land of the free’ But to live in their Great Kingdom they will charge a hefty fee. From a tribal Island...
