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silent voices

Some people loved
Some people lied
But in the end
We all had cried hidden tears.

The blood of innocent
Flowed thick in the streets
Staining the stones
Leaving behind cruel memories

Those people tortured us.
Those people taunted us.
Those people crushed us.
Those people hated us.

Who are we?
That's not an easy answer

We are the innocent.
We are the betrayed.
We are the broken.
We are the silent voices, of unknown abuse.




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KateLA said...
Jan. 27, 2012 at 6:14 pm:
I really like the message you're trying to send with the poem-and you leave in very good visual descriptions, I give it 5/5!
 
pixxielove replied...
Jan. 29, 2012 at 10:01 am :
thanks i wasnt sure any one would get what i was trying to say
 
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