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Tuesday, 25 June 2013

PLIGHT OF THE MARKED



They shoved their monies down our throats and called it generosity
Halfway down the road we lost our humanity
Losing our identity as a people was just a matter of time
Like flashlights remembered only in points in time,
We are remembered as the scourge of society
Yet little is done to purge the scourge
Daily as our numbers grow
We silently scream for help
To be remembered
To be saved

Each of us with our common and unique story
Most of the time we don’t really exist
How we’ve survived all this while is no mystery
We are not supposed to care,
That is how we survive
But why should you care?
No one fought for who we were
Why should anyone fight for who we are?
Who we can be
Who we long to be
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