The shame falls on me like showers of hail, it drums on my burdened head. And I want it to help me shed my skin and bury me but- Would I be a whitened sepulchre? Faceless with my nation’s baseless and graceless way of torturing small children by turning them back, rejecting their cries because… Continue reading My Country’s Shame
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Street Children
Shivering they silently stood outside, ever and always outside of all that is. They waited until a voice kindled the terror they remembered, and fowl money passed hands dirtying the innocence of a four year old child. ——— The others encouraged them to go in and accept that to survive is to strive and… Continue reading Street Children