Fourth and final Not My Business poem by yours truly!
The phrase echoes in his mind
As he reaches out to what he needs to find
The hands he meets is not ones seeks
They’re the hands of strangers; there’s a fire in their eyes
Who are these people? Can they be trusted?
They’re Beto and Isa, and, nowadays, who can be trusted?
Everyone has to look after themselves
No-one else left, not their business
He reaches out to the inner depths
He needs to see for himself
But like the old woman said
It’s not my business
It’s not my business
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