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A Voice for the Voiceless

By anad868, Missouri City, TX

A Voice for the Voiceless

Atop your chilling fur
Sit chalk white scars
To think about this tragedy I cannot defer

The smell of crimson blood
Is overwhelming
The ocean of my eyes has begun to flood

Cement covered in crisp leaves
Hard as a blackboard
If only the criminal had the heart to grieve

Behind your eyes of glass
I view your heart
That can only be cured with an amount of love that is mass.

I’m determined to prevent and protect
So no poor heart
Can ever experience this neglect

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