Broken Hearted


My heart breaks

When I see a child

In Pain

Due to the stress and strain

Of being

In a home

Alone

With no food to eat

Or abused and tortured

To defeat

Just because

Those who have chosen

To open

Their door of existence

Have forgotten

These children

Are born innocent

These seedlings

Are our little stars

Yet they

Are scarred

From the beginning

Blinded

From the

Never-ending

Carnage of

Their life

Pretending

Not to be

The Gods that they are

My heart breaks….

 

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