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by Fighter Mar 13, 2005
Dark, fantasy /
I hear shooting in the distance
Are they coming to save me?
Are they going to deliver me from my misery?
I have been forced to work, to suffer
Behind this fence,
The one I have come to hate,
The one that holds my fate
My hands, legs and body are covered with blood
From the slapping and the beating
From all these months of sufferingâ€¦
They treat me like this everyday
Because of my religion
Because I was born this way
They donâ€™t care
About anyone but themselves
They donâ€™t play fair
They do this to me,
To people like you
Because weâ€™re different:
We donâ€™t hold resentment
For people who donâ€™t see
The same things you and I do
We donâ€™t judge
We donâ€™t hate,
We simply believe in a thing called fateâ€¦
wow gr8 write hun xox
thank you sooo much to everyone!!!! it means a lot to me
I really like this one, because it is so true. You have a real talent for poetry. maybe if you gots the time, you could stop by and read my shtuff.
REALLY great job! I enjoyed this poem a LOT! its brought the stores that my Grandparents tell, into a poem, keep up the good work!
by Katie Lynn
wow, that was very powerful... good job.5/5