She set fire to their joy
Robbed them of all hope
An angel, our savior: the world called her,
They alone knew,
For so she was may
And they few
She dried their hearts,
Broke their bones
A monster, a killer: they called her
An angel, our savior: the world called her
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Lost Revelations- a poetry collection
Poetry"twigs and branches Left her with scars and wounds She screamed, no sound" #5 in #humanrights 5-11-21
