Broken Hearted

My heart breaks

When I see a child

In Pain

Due to the stress and strain

Of being

In a home


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


From the


Carnage of

Their life


Not to be

The Gods that they are

My heart breaks….



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