Love For Children

Tainted and smeared
Victim of lust;
Crippled from fear
Losing life’s trust.

Dying for living.
Living but dying.
Hollow and dark,
Speckle of light.


Beneath one’s head,
Chances lost.
Coughing blood,
Inhaling guilt.

“Why am I here?”
Little girl screams.

Lost in the dark,
Giggles and smiles.
In horrid unison,
They all went near.

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