Gedichten van Angel-Wings
Innocent
Old men
Big cars
Driving by
Old men
Old cars
smaller than
Driving by
What do they want
I feel them
I feel their eyes
In my back
On my face
Searching
I’m not one of them
I am innocent
Leave us alone
Let us go
I know you
I can feel it with my vision
I feel it
I want peace
That’s all