Dillwynia Poets

By C.

As i look at the girls

behind cold bars

i notice their life, wounds

and scars

i wonder if there will

be an end

or if they ever had someone

they could call friend

the dirt on the paths 

that they walk

resembles the way in which they talk

time and moments both

seem over rated

It's as if the girls and

the colour green could be related.

They were born with the

rights to the colours

of the rainbow

Look where they are, and what they know.