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Violation of my spirit - human rights contest


Violation of my spirit
I sit in stale urine, cold and hungry
Oh, why do they hate me
Love should have made me.
Although I try not to whimper,
Thirst gets to me. I hold out my hand
I would love a hug not another smack.
Oh, what did I do wrong, why does
No one care.


I used pic no. 5

Penned 26 August 2015

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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