Fingers jabbed at air so rife
Fighting for space in
The tiny holes of an iron gate
Closed like a fist full of secrets.
Unseen faces and voices unheard
Drowned in their collective plea
For nothing more than a witness
To their deaths,
Having already forgotten how to
Hope for a rescue
In this teardrop nation,
Society was an innocence
That was first stranded, shelled and raped next
And finally shot, when nothing covered
Their naked souls.
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