Found Poem

[pixystyx42]

The Tribe Was Broken

The tribe was broken.
A hundred, a thousand voices crying,
When a man could kill another,
Or come home drunken,
The tribe is broken.
When you put more locks on doors,
When the conscience is thrust down,
The tribe is broken.
When a son’s a thief,
A sister’s a prostitute,
And when one is grandfather to a child with no name,
The tribe is broken.
For the unborn child,
Not allowed to love the earth,
Not be moved when the birds of his land are singing,
The tribe is broken.
And would never be mended.
The tribe was broken.