I see your art,
On my li'l forehead
Years ago it was,
But I still feel so warm
I'm crying, I know you loved me once,
Where are you now?
I'm screaming at your altar,
Why can't you just look at me?
Don't you see your children
being treated so cruelly?
Are you willfully blind
to their pink-red tears?
Why have you lost that love?
The love that touched my childhood
I don't love you anymore,
It's really hard to forgive you
Please, please, please,
I'm on my knees, please
Do something, show you care for us,
We can't keep living forever,
With the stone in the throat,
The carving on it,
It says we're unloved.
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A budding writer's collection
PoesíaJust a bunch of poems written as and when I feel to write them
