Broken Bone

They’ve left me for dead,
to suffer in silence with no one knowing.
Their words still echo in my head,
and the pain is still growing.
Every time I stand up,
I’m pushed back down.
I just wish they’d drink from Death’s cup.
I want them to all drown!
An open jaw,
and its broken bone.
I won’t obey their law.
That’s why I think on my own.
I’m losing hope,
will I forever stay in the crosshairs of their scope?

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