The whisper of support, the shout of anger,
The pull of a hug, the push that scars
The joy of rain, the devastation of flood
The warmth of sun, the desperation of drought.
Can you hear the wail of the hungry child?
Can you feel the anguish of her lost innocence?
Can u feel the tremble of the unshed tears?
Can you feel the heat of her hope dying?
A world which promises her smiles,
A love that promised to nurture,
A world that crushed her spirits,
A love that stole what remained like a vulture....
No words remain, no hope dares;
The heart remains an empty shell,
A walking death, freed from the snare
Forever meant to carry inside her hell!
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