11th Bedroom

A bookshelf filled with knowledge

Supporting a globe, silver and grey


So saturated in life

Condensed into a sphere

With all shades of grey and silver

Borders divide river

Forest and marshland


Of families who reside

On arid land masses

Whose ancestors sung proud in an archaic tongue

Unknown to the ear of the present day young

Books beneath the globe

Tell all that was omitted

All that was permitted

By mortals

Who thrived on the same terrain

Who once felt they had something to gain

Entitled to a purpose