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What is the point of being born

if one is casually thrown aside

after being so brutally torn

from a warm, comfortable abode.

 

With disgust one is cared for

with disdain one is seen.

It is with no wonder

this child is quick to ween.

 

Anger is given for anger,

hate responds to hate,

there is never a winner

if you can’t choose your fate.

 

Upon your soul a weight

lies, like God pressing

His massive foot

upon you, crushing.

 

Mortality

obvious,

liberality,

rapacious.

 

Cry out to heaven

none shall listen.

Upon deaf ears

fall your woes.

 

©  2018

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