Ogres

They told me I would find hope
among this land of giants
where dreams stream
through stained glass
and treasures would gleam
as bright as reflections from a mosaic
But ogres had already stomped
on prisms from the lush forest
now left barren and colorless
as a vintage photograph
I left one oppressed paradise
to only find that the pot at
the end of the rainbow was
a myth to make little children
empty their already hollow pockets

© Donna Sanders 2015

Response to our Inspiration Call on April 10, 2015
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