Friday, October 7, 2011

My Father

He left his country behind without much of a choice
and for thirty plus years from a new homeland
he hears of the new order
of the youth in jeans giddy with something
he would not call freedom.


Rebekah said...

The blurring of forms in the photo together with the dissonance in the poem are very moving.

L. Blogspeak, M.D. said...

Yes, one persons freedom can be another persons tyranny.