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I turned off the TV
It was just too hard
I couldn't look
Into those tortured eyes

Children
Little children
Surrounded by flies
So weak
Stomaches distended
It hurt to see them cry

I went to bed
It was time to sleep
Comfortable and warm
I counted sheep
Drifting off to a slumber deep

When I awoke
I was on a dirty floor
My body was freezing
I was chilled to the core
Not in a comfy bed anymore

In a room 
I didn't recognize
Yet somehow I knew it was home
Me here hungry and all alone
No one to help or pick up a phone

With frail hands
My fingers trace
Cracked lips 
An anguished face

I scream out in pain
Yet no one hears
No mom or dad
To wipe these tears

A living nightmare
Beyond my control
The life I imagined someone stole
So now my days are filled with shame
The other me he has no name
If I could go back I wouldn't be the same
I know
I know
I'm part to blame

Do you see me
On your TV
Can you look into my tortured eyes
This body surrounded by filth and flies
You can help don't you realize

Please
I beg you
Don't turn off your TV
I hope I hope
That you can see 
I am you and you are me




Inspired by Eileen Ghali's "I am a child" poem

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