Sometimes I boil from the pain
Short lives of dirt and misery
Dark days and nights of lonely
Cold wet sufferings all they know
Lights blink out dying alone
No love No warmth
No understanding of family
No arms to hold them
No eyes cry their passing
No one to bury the body
Or even to place a stone
Insignificant in eyes trained to look away
No counting on anyone anyway
Many are born to this today
Many will die tonight this way
My heart broken so long ago
Within this misery I begin to boil..........
Fenn 1.2.15
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