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MY CHILD
Happy we were,with all thee had
Much we had ,it all withered
why,I wonder,how much we were
outwitted
Treated like savages ,nobody bothered
Just like a blizzard
Nobody dared trigger
What a crime we do,
to be killed with food
A dying soul,I would hope
but to much dismay
My tears remain.

© libi